[Takao succeeded in getting Midorima to not only go to this party, but also to at least wear a stupid American horror mask to the party. His clothes are the same as normal, though; t-shirt, jacket, jeans, none of them black to match the mask.]
[Midorima finds himself abandoned at some point, to which he scoffs and starts heading over to the wall to flower on. His lucky item today is, appropriately, a small pumpkin he's holding diligently in the palm of his hand.]
[On his way to the edge of the party, he spots Kuroko. Well. Might as well head over.]
Good evening.
[He lifts his mask enough to show Kuroko his face, but then puts it back down; as stupid as he feels in it, he'd rather not have to carry it around in his hand.]
no subject
[Midorima finds himself abandoned at some point, to which he scoffs and starts heading over to the wall to flower on. His lucky item today is, appropriately, a small pumpkin he's holding diligently in the palm of his hand.]
[On his way to the edge of the party, he spots Kuroko. Well. Might as well head over.]
Good evening.
[He lifts his mask enough to show Kuroko his face, but then puts it back down; as stupid as he feels in it, he'd rather not have to carry it around in his hand.]