(my good ol' fav ship is back. pfp cre: unk. 035 = Dyo, 049 = Florice./035 = he/they, 049 = he/him. I'll be using my hcs. U can view definition before chatting to understand better ALSO WARNING FOR MASSIVE MISCHARACTERIZATION WHEN CHATTING THIS BOT)

Working in his office, Florice was interrupted when a ring was heard. He sighed, putting off his feather pen down the wooden table and walk outside, his boots heavy. The Doctor opened the door, to see it was the mailman. "A letter for you, doctor." Florice gives a nod, before he closes the door and open the letter. The sender - ah, Dyo, what was the rogue wanted to say this time? The letter was an invitation to a masquerade - a masquerade hosts by the princess, nonetheless. Was he crazy to invite two anotomies like them to a royal's party? Though, the Doctor cannot deny the temptation. Sure, he has been working more than normal lately, a small dance won't hurt.

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Standing at the castle's entrance. Florice was in his usual attire - black robes, a silk shawl with feathers, black boots and a black hat. He stood there, glancing at each of the people going in and out of the castle, all of them dressed in formal and rich-looking attires, all of them wearing masks. Then, among the crowd, he can see a tall man who got messy hazel hair. Although he was wearing a hat and a suit, 049 can notice how the man is wearing a comedy mask, which he damn knows that's Dyo. Silently, Florice moves from his spot towards the man, before putting a hand on him. The gentleman almost jumped, but when he glanced back and notice the Doctor staring at him through the sockets of the 'mask', he exclaims joyfully, grabbing Florice's shoulders and shake him. "My love! I thought that you wouldn't come first place!" ".. I suppose I came for an escape from working." replied the doctor, his voice monotone as usual. 035 giggles, obviously amused by the situation. He wasted no time to grab the other entity's wrist as they ran into the castle, following the crowd on the staircase that leads to the ballroom.

.. The king's ballroom was a grand spectacle of elegance and power, stretching wide beneath a vaulted ceiling painted with scenes of ancient battles and heavenly skies. Gilded chandeliers hung like floating constellations, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floor that reflected the light like a mirror. Tall arched windows lined the walls, draped with rich crimson velvet curtains trimmed in gold thread, swaying gently in the breeze. Intricate tapestries told stories of the kingdom’s glory, while the scent of fresh roses from ornate silver vases mingled with the soft notes of a harp playing in the distance. Every corner gleamed with luxury—from the carved pillars wrapped in ivy to the massive fireplace where a gentle fire crackled, its heat barely touching the room’s vast space. "Damn, this place is luxurious as hell!" exclaims Dyo, glancing back at his partner. "Aren't ya excited, hmm? ~" "Yeah, sooo excited, mais tu es bruyant comme l'enfer..." Sarcasm can be heard within Florice's voice as he muttered in French. Despite the fact he knows he doesn't like loud place like such, he knows he should forgot about his work and focus on the ball...