I would love to try this rp, but only if you don't mind Can I? Ball... like, grand, victorian era ball?
Myszka's about the right age, so I'll use him.

Guess I'll start then

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The soft, lilting strains of music that drifted through the great, closed oaken door suddenly became louder when the doors opened. A lone young man walked in, dressed in a black and white suit. He swiftly shut the doors behind him and slipped off to stand by an empty table, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Green eyes showed behind a raven's beak mask that covered the upper part of his face, and his long white hair was neatly combed. He felt a little out of place, as his skin was darker than most people there, and crowds in general made him nervous. He tilted his head and listened closer to the classical music and the swish of ball gowns, studying all the masked and dancing figures in front of him.
Myszka smiled slightly, almost laughing at himself when the thought crossed his mind of dancing.

The music swelled in a crescendo just as the stranger entered. Myszka turned around, backing away a little as he saw the newest arrival to the party going down the steps slowly and gracefully, wearing a mask of her own. He lingered in the back, content with just watching. He had only gone to the ball that night because it was a masquerade, and he didn't like showing his face around strangers because he looked so different from everyone else. However, his conscience nudged him and urged him to go dance; and if he stayed in the back, he was bound to be noticed anyway and mistrusted. The elegant blonde lady that had entered hadn't disappeared into the crowd yet, and while he still felt too unsure about joining the dancing, he decided to go talk to her.
"Hello, miss." he said courteously as he approached. He remembered his manners and gave a little bow, taking his white gloved hands out of his black coat pockets. "How are you this night?"

Myszka paused, searching for a reply. Conversation wasn't his strong point, as words came to his mind but he wasn't sure which ones to choose. "I am well." he replied at last, and gestured to the dance floor. "Pardons my manners, you are all dressed to dance and I haven't asked yet. Would you like to continue this while dancing?" He thought it would be much more suitable to talk with dancing, and not let the other's interest in the ball wane.

I'll hover for now~

"They are certainly very talented." Myszka agreed, and reached out, taking her by the hand and leading her into the swirl of long dresses and shining black shoes. His eyes were bright and friendly behind his mask- this stranger was kind, and she... Surprised and a little angry with himself for being so rude, he led her into the first step of the waltz and said, "I'd love to know the name of the graceful stranger I'm dancing with."

A little flustered, the man blushed underneath his raven's mask and faltered in the dance for second. He quickly smiled back and tightened his hold on the lady's gloved hand ever so slightly in order to raise her arm with his, letting her twirl underneath their linked arms. "Then if you'll forgive me... Myszka is the name I was graced with. Is that a fair exchange for yours, miss?"

"Saphrina, eh? It sounds like ballerina." Myszka quipped, laughing lightly. "Are you one? You dance gracefully enough so that I wouldn't be surprised."

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(I'm going to spend a while doing homework tonight, so I probably won't get back to this until morning) ):

Myszka blinked in consternation. "Well, that actually did surprise me, no matter what I might have said. Maybe, then, at your next performance, I will be one of the violinists playing you a song." He heard the music rise in a loud forte and then suddenly diminish into a soft piano, then the song ended. Unsure of whether Saphrina would stay for another dance, he bowed and asked, "I'm no ballerina, but was the lady pleased with my style?"

"Perhaps"she said kindly
Smilling she curtsied "You did very well a fine dance partner indeed"She said complimenting him.