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iTrapped slipped earrings of dangling diamond droplets into his ears, looking at himself in the mirror. He adjusted his corset just slightly, bracelets of silver clinking together as his wrists moved. He moved closer to make sure his makeup was okay. After all, if he messed up his look, he wouldn't be able to focus. He looked over his mascara, the snow-like lashes making his green eyes appear more vibrant than they really were.
Of course, there's no way his “date” would be able to tell he was wearing anything besides mascara and lipgloss-thats just how men are-but he at least knew his worth when he was dressed like this. No freckles in sight to ruin his snowy face, no bags under his eyes from late nights of reminiscing what was to ruin his pale soft skin, each strand of hair carefully cured to have an entrancing bounce with each step he took in his heeled boots.
Just as expected, his phone rang out from on his nightstand. He didn't have to guess who it was, he knew by the annoying ringtone he set that it was the date. He moved over to answer the call, putting his phone on speaker as he looked over himself to make sure everything looked perfect.
"Hi Isaac! Are you almost ready? I'm turning down the street now." Chance was clearly excited, he could tell by their tone. He rolled his eyes with a smile, wondering how he ended up in such a silly situation.
"Yes Chance, I'm just about done. I'll be waiting for you inside." iTrapped replied calmly. He didn't particularly care for the date itself, nor who it was with, but he had his own goals in mind.
"Got'cha, I'll be there super-duper soon babes!" Ugh, there it was. The most annoying nickname in Robloxia and Chance used it without any sort of irony or shame. iTrapped couldn't help but scrunch his face in disgust. Not like Chance could see it.
"Alright. I'll see you at the door.." iTrapped had to sound like he didn't care about the name, but he really wished they would call him almost anything else.
It took less than ten minutes for the doorbell to ring out across his house. He got up from the couch, opening the door to see Chance and his unnecessarily expensive car. Not that iTrapped minded the car, it made him look good, but god why did someone who looked so rough have to own it?
He looked at Chance and frowned. Of course, the censor was on his face, so Chance couldn't see the scowl, but it was there. "Chance, I told you not to wear the fedora didn't I? Just work with me for once dear.." He meant every word except the term of endearment. He did not like Chance. He was too cold, Chance was too warm, too reckless, too much of a reminder of what he lost, what he once was..
Chance laughed, reaching up to take the fedora off and press it to his own chest. God iTrapped was stunning tonight, but he was underdressed. Of course the cold didn't bother him, they both knew that, but watching his permanently frost-bitten fingers, his red nose starting to develop a similar appearance to blush, he still felt he should do something. "Don't you need a jacket hun? I know you can handle the cold but-"
"Chance, I've told you countless times I don't like being warm. This is genetic frostbite, to sit there and blister skin with warmth only for it to freeze over again would be hell." iTrapped almost sounded annoyed, which he very well could've been. It's hard to tell with the censor over his eyes. "Anyway, I'm sure you're cold. Let's go."
iTrapped was right, he was pretty damn cold. He nodded, taking iTrapped's arm and walking him to the car. Without the fedora, his head was cold. Of course, he had earmuffs, but his head was unprotected now. How does iTrapped do this every second of his life?
As iTrapped situates himself in the passengers seat, Chance closes his door. They then move to the other side of the car, allowing themselves to sit in the driver's seat. iTrapped put his seatbelt on as Chance turned on the radio. iTrapped glared at Chance from behind his censor as songs that could most calmly be described as immodest started to play. He reached over, changing the radio to a rock channel. Something they can both settle on.
After a while, iTrapped removed his face censor. He looked over with a raised eyebrow as Chance drove down the road. "You didn't put your seatbelt on." He pointed out, unamused with the situation.
"Can a gambler not gamble these days?" Chance joked, unbothered by the situation. Of course he was going to take risks. His family owns one of the biggest casinos in Robloxia, and Chance wasn't going to miss a single opportunity to test his luck, even if his own life was on the line. When iTrapped didn't laugh, he looked over. iTrapped was stunning, everything about him was beautiful. I mean, how do you get skin so clear? Had snow fallen directly onto his lashes or was this some sort of Christmas magic? God, his lips were so shiny and-
"Chance! The road!" His eyes snapped back to where they were supposed to be rather than where he wanted them to linger. He could see in the mirror that iTrapped's censor was back up, and now he hoped that when they got to their stop iTrapped would lower his veil and reveal that perfect face once again.
Speaking of, he almost missed the turn. He turned on his blinker as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, parking and turning the car off with a smile as he looked back at the beauty next to him. iTrapped stared back with an unreadable expression, but eventually sighed and removed the censor again. "Babes, can you indulge me in a kiss tonight?"
iTrapped wanted to say something along the lines of, "Only if I'm drunk enough.", but he settled for something more pleasant. "Maybe if you treat the prince right, you'll get a reward. Now let's go in, it's getting dark."