Room 206, Monday Evening

[dark_slippy_thing]

There was juggling to be had in room 206, as could be clearly witnessed from the hallway.

Why was there juggling to be had? Because Valentine was a juggler, of course. And everyone knew that a decent juggler spent his time juggling. It was simply the way of things.

The fact that he was grinning his idiot head off while he was doing so was entirely negligible.

[Open, like the door!]

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[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé was sitting cross-legged on her (largely unused) bed, smiling.

"I must say, I'm grateful none of those are on fire," she said.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"One coat sleeve was enough, really," Valentine laughed, catching the balls in his hands and taking a bow. "Sooner or later, I might even get around to replacing that one."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"The store downtown might be able to help with that," she laughed. "Shouldn't be too difficult to repair. You're in a rather bright mood."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Chipper? Valentine?

"I don't dare show my face in that store again," he grinned. He really was rather chipper. "The pixie might eat me. Have you seen the posters that are about?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

The movement caught Sokka's eye as he walked past, and he poked his head into the room and started clapping. "Bravo! Brah-VO!!!"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"The masquerade ball," she said, eyes dancing. "I must admit I have. I'm on Student Council, you know."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"My commendations to the brilliant individual who thought it up," Valentine grinned. "The poster was smiling at me as I walked by. I couldn't help but take notice."

[dark_slippy_thing]

A-HA! An audience!

This, of course, called for double the effort. And so Valentine added another couple of balls to the show.

Anything for his adoring public.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"It's entirely possible," Naminé said, a light smile playing on her lips, "that someone was thinking of you. In suggesting it in the first place, I mean."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Is it, now?" Valentine's grin broadened considerably. "Well, that's very thoughtful of them indeed, isn't it?"

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"No one else had any ideas," she said softly, flushing a bit. "I thought, the worst they can do is say no, after all."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Well, not adoring so much as friendly, but he made the effort to seem adoring, in order to nurture Valentine's poor, stunted, underdeveloped ego.

"WOOOO! YEAH! GO VALENTINE!!! Your balls are AWESOME!!!"


...


... Not dirty.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I happen to think it's a perfectly wonderful idea," Valentine reiterated. Because how many people had girlfriends who gave them a dance-hall full of understandable faces for their birthday, honestly? "Thank you."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Hee, balls.

Valentine and his poor, stunted, underdeveloped ego were both thoroughly thankful for the attention, and when the performance had ended, he showed his appreciation with a sweeping bow.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack walked past on the way to his room...and then backed up.

Valentine was handling his balls in a very impressive manner.


...notdirty.

[dark_slippy_thing]

So far as balls went, Valentine was fairly certain that nobody could handle theirs quite so deftly as he did his own.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was amazed. He was so brazen, taking chances with his balls that few men dare!

[dark_slippy_thing]

It took real talent to take such risks with one's own balls. Fortunately, Valentine was a trained professional. He really ought to set out a "do not try this at home" sign the next time he chose to play with his balls in public.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

It was obvious to Jack that Valentine had taken many years of training, first with small balls, then larger balls, then the full-size Valentine balls to be able to make them do all sorts of interesting and nifty thing that only a fully-trained ballsmith could do.

Jack admired his craft, his work, his art.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"Any time," she smiled. "It is your holiday, after all."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine finished playing with his balls and took a bow.

Anything for his adoring public.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"It is, isn't it?" He pocketed the balls and made his way over to give her a hug. "I think I shall share it, this year."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé leaned up, eyes dancing. "Very generous of you, I must say."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack applied his hands together to audibly display his appreciation for a master of his balls.