A ball. What it meant was going to a fucking ball. Jag winced at the word, then again at Val's obvious love for the tradition, glad that he was behind Val so he couldn't see his reactions. He bent over to wrap his arms around Val's upper chest and kissed his cheek. "I'll try it, if you like?" Val obviously did love it, and he wanted Val to be happy, even if it meant an awkward evening for him.
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Date: 2015-11-24 01:58 pm (UTC)