Naveen casually strolled into the town square, a slight hop to his step and a pleasant smile on his face. He wore an all white suit, including a jacket with a tail, and his face was almost completely covered by a matching white mask. He didn't care if people stared, if they thought he looked ridiculous. He was finally back to feeling like his old confident, fun-loving self, and he was so glad.
This really was quite the shindig, and he felt so much more light, more free, than he did at the last big party. Perhaps because he had finally come to grips with his true feelings for Aladdin, and because things were at a good place again with Jasmine. Thinking about these developments suddenly had Naveen beaming ear to ear, and his smile only grew when he spotted someone familiar.
Sure it was hard to tell who anyone was with the masks, and the boy Naveen was currently looking at did have shorter hair, but one look at that goofy grin on the boy's face and he knew. It was Aladdin, his Aladdin. He glided over smoothly to the tan boy, easily manuvering through the crowd and chuckling to himself as he noticed how intoxicated Aladdin was, his eyes loving as he kept them on the boy. He came up quietly behind the other male and leaned his face in so that his lips were by the other's ear. "Hi stranger," he whispered seductively before slowly walking around to face Aladdin, reaching up and lifting his mask up slightly so that the other male could see his face, a small crooked smile on his lips and his eyes glistening hopefully.
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Philip slipped in to the masquerade late and remained in back away from everyone. He didn't wear anything special, just a simple red and black version of his typical ball wear((think what he wore at the end of Sleeping Beauty but red and black. The poofy sleeve thing with the cape.XD)) and a black mask. He didn't especially want to be here, and with everyone in masks, who would even notice he's there. But he made a promise to himself that he would try to be a better prince, and a good prince would at least make an appearance to this thing. Maybe he could find Captain Phoebus here and talk to him about that Eric guy. He walked around all the people drinking and having a good time, hands held behind his back, craning his neck as he searched for the blonde captain of the royal guards, or another person he really missed.
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Cale smirked mischievously as he took in all the lovely women dressed up and in masks. He slowly made the rounds to check out the prospects, being sure to make eye contact with the women, smiling seductively when they met his gaze, his arms behind his back as he walked. He was dressed in all black, with a white mask that concealed most of his face. He felt very much in his element here, no one knowing who he was, not knowing who anyone else was, no one judging him-or at least he couldn't tell if they were or not, and he liked that. He stopped walking once he did a circle of the main party and leaned against the wall of a building, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing his foot up to rest on the wall, his smirk broadening as he thought about which girl to approach first.