It's prom night! Every school in Primp was always unified to dance. And Ms. Accord's Primp Magic School was no exception.

The teacher brought along Arle along as well. Apparently, she could dance, who knew? Sil didn't, and she envied.

Sil didn't mind being there, but there wasn't much for her to do. She spent her time leaning against the wall next to the table of punch and snacks.

Amitie was dancing with Lidelle until a bulbous boy took her away from her. Then the blonde was dancing with people without dance partners.

Lidelle was taken, as already stated.

She was sure as the fire wasn't gonna dance with Arle.

She didn't want to pull Raffine and Klug apart. They were just killing it on the dance floor, much to Sil's surprise. (Though it appeared neither one appeared to be proud of it.)

Draco and Witch. No. One of them shouldn't even have been here.

Sig has two left feet.

Not that it mattered. Sil had a right foot for a left one and vice-versa. At least when it comes to this type of dance. She blamed biology.

But it all didn't really matter…

All the boys were dressed handsomely…
Sil had something to repulse and enthrall…
All the girls were dressed pretty…
Silvana dressed the tackiest of them all…

Sil was dressed unfashionably and completely date proof. She had Oshare Bones (against his wishes and good taste) make a conservative tuxedo that hid her figure, didn't even properly button it. Neither did she tie her green bowtie properly.

She also wore the baggiest disco pants most have ever seen.

And where the black would be on Pierrot, there was her favorite plaid, and where the black was was the pattern of her red and white striped tights. She also tucked her hair inside her suit and wore fuzzy slippers.

She thought it was funny. It was this or dyeing her Raffine outfit for the occasion. She's having a blast seeing people's reactions seeing this clown not dressed professionally as she usually did. Her classmates and fellow students with any sense of fashion didn't approve.

Still, the clown bothered to sculpt and paint a pretty mask for the occasion. Where her green diamond was replaced by a pink heart, her drawn-on eyes had subtle eyeshadow, a single eyelash was drawn on either side, the kind that curled slightly up. The tear was gone, and nothing took its place. Her nose wasn't as bulbous, in fact, the nose was a small dot with subtle shading. Speaking of subtle: she simulated blush. The lips weren't as thick this time either, it a simple line of paint that formed a small smile about the size of an actual smile.

Chapter 56: Prom-blematic

"Hi." A boy her age walked up to her.

'So much for undatable…'

"I'm Elton." He reached out his hand.

'Oh, so this is my number one fan… If only I could unread those fanmail letters he keeps sending in.'

"Are you Pierrot, maybe? I'm a big fan. Wanna dance?" He seemed unsure.

'How do I deal with you?' "Ah… I am."

"Ohmygoshohmy-" Sil silenced him by covering his mouth.

"My dislikes include, Silver, 2nd place, liable, the color blue (cyan excluded) and cheating on my steady."
"What about likes?"
"Not cheating on my steady."
"Even with just dancing? You're not taken now."
"I'm not here to dance."
"Please? You're the prettiest~"

Sil didn't feel flattered. She's accepted that people find her pretty unmasked. She accepted that people find her pretty in her outside and work clothes. Even if she looked at the latter group funny.

This guy she found creepy. Harmless but undeniably creepy.

"Look. I'm not as much as a clown you think I am."
"I don't get it."
"I'm a normal, sarcastic girl. The clown thing is mostly an aesthetic choice."
"What?"
'Get it through your skull.' "If you want a girl you think I am, you can do better than me."
"How?"
'Is this what Raffine deals with regularly?' "Date girls. Search out their funny sides, they're not always open about that side. How something clicks. Convince them to dress silly for you. Now go." Sil gently pushed him into the crowd. Silently hoping he's turned away from her forever.
"I'll guess try?"
"Good! Thanks for your letters." 'Glad reading those pathetic pick-up books paid off. Though I feel it's wrong now I think about it…'

"Who was that, Ms. Sil?" Lidelle innocently asked.

"The mythical: Elton."
"Oh… Elton… Isn't that the name of your "TMI fan mailer"?"
"The very same."

"So Ms. Sil. I'd like to meet my friend Mister TaruTaru."
"Hm? Wow!"

The Harlequin was surprised. She hadn't noticed the ball-shaped man behind the tiny imp.

"You didn't see me?" He asked.
"I-I didn't craft this mask's eyeholes properly." She replied in a half-truth. "Nice to finally meet you. I made good use of your desk."
"Nice… Outfit?"
"Fufufufu~ I didn't feel like trying to fit in today." She wanted to slap her wrist. But they were still in a handshake.

"Nice muscle control." Sil complimented. She heard of legends how strong he was.

TaruTaru scratched his neck and blushed. "Nanana. Thanks. I like your circus."
"I try. Unless I don't." Sil shrugged in response.
"It's really top quality. I feel ashamed to have ever tried the tryouts."
"You tried out?" Her head was tilted.
"Yeah. You called me off super quick."
"S-Sorry. I don't remember."
"It's fine."

"Why aren't you dancing, Ms. Sil?" Lidelle asked.
"…Balle- The dance I practice in… It isn't ideal here."
"But you're so good at it."
"I'm not gonna dance with my fellow bal- dancers. And Amitie already a dance partner(s)."

"You could dance like the rest of us." TaruTaru suggested.
"You should try it. Mister Taru and I have a lot of fun."
"Yes. Even if my back hurts."
"Oh, Mister Taru!"
"Ignore what I said, don't worry about that."
"I can't just do that."
"Uh… I just remembered! I think I found someone of your kind?"
"! Really!? Where ar- Oh, does he work at the circus?"
"Yup."
"…oh…"

The two conversed as they went back into the crowd. Sil's eyes directed themselves at the dancing Team No Name: Klug and Raffine. She wanted to see what they could do. Every genre they did so far they killed it on the dance floor while snarling into each others' faces.

Sil wanted to see what they could do. She was on good terms with the DJ, hired out her circus to make it his dance club for a week. "I wanna see those two dance a tango."

"Right on, Pierrot…"

"…"
"What?"
"Your outfit."
"Ha!" And Sil went back to the punchbowl. And watched the fireworks.

"At the request of someone anonymous, the next song is a Tango!"

"A tango!?" Raffine exclaimed. She didn't look forward to this.

Klug smirked. "This is going to be a delight~"

"Be careful on the dipping, Four-eyes."
"And this is why you should practice dancing."
"I have."
"And you still need me to lead to secure your place as Prom Queen each year. And dip!"
*Withheld yelp* *Hiss* "Sauvage."
"Oh cut that out, we both know you have more Latina blood in you than French."
*Intense stare* "Blind pleb."
"Farsighted cow."

Sil was hugely entertained, she couldn't hear them, but it was gold regardless. Became even better when Sig came up to chat. She spat her drink onto her mask. She did her best to make sure nothing spilled on her suit.

"They were almost a couple? Fufufu~ You pulling my leg, Sig?"
"No… At least I don't think so. I don't pay attention."
"Oh ho. This is priceless~"

Sil was entranced by the two. The two clearly were at each other's throats. But she still projected herself and Sig onto them.

"More passion, Klug! That blondie and that filthy dragon are beating us!"
"Seems like it's just as heated as our's too. Meaning they bicker." (Witch started.)
"I shall not stop!"

Sil imaged suddenly twirling the blue boy around, and he'd still have the same expression. Same with the dip.

"I wish we could dance, Sig…" She lamented.

"It'd be fun if we could. I can't dance anymore."

The clown raised an eyebrow. "You could dance?"

"Yeah. Uncle made me. I found it really fun…" Sig sounded actually really sad about. Sil got in closer. Held his arm.

"What happened?" Sig looked at his big monster hand. It took the jester a few seconds to jump to a guess of a conclusion. "Your hand got… Bigger?! Holy… This true?"

The boy faced into the crowd. Seemingly confirming the guess… "So it used to be smaller? Like a normal hand?"

"A bit bigger… Not like this…"

Sil let loose. And held his hand with her both. "Sig. This is normal."

"It is?"

She nodded with a dissonant smile. "I get it, it's annoying. But when demons like us grow up the more our demonic features grow too. They become more obvious red flags."

"…I see… What did you get? You two still look a lot alike."
"Well… Not sure if it applies to my kind at all actually… Not all demons, I guess. I think personality changes have to do with it too for some… But if I have to guess… I became an even more of a red flag." She tugged at a tuft of her hair. "Yeah… That may not seem like much, but it broke me even more."
"I get it. I'm sorry…"
"Don't…" She said as she poured punch.

"…I miss breakdancing."
*'Nother Punch spit inside the mask* *Breaths* "Okay?" Sil found it absurdly charming for him. "You and Gramps. Fufufuhaaaaa~ It's always the people you least suspect, isn't it? Fufufuuuuh~ That makes more sense."

"Hi, Cutie~" A babe flirted at Sig. Eating the eye-candy. "Oh, my~ Wanna dance?"

"No."
"He's taken!" Sil wrapped her arms around Sig's waist.

*Snort* "Heeeeeh. Sure. Alright. Dance with that disaster. Ha!" The suit repulsed. It did its job.

Sig put his arm around her waist. "You're not a disaster."
"Let's not kid ourselves." Sil replied.
"Sil…"
"This outfit is a carefully crafted disaster. Fufufu~"
"Oh… Cool." He smiled.

"Hey, Sig, Polkaface." Arle greeted, coming from a broken up dance, getting some snacks. She cleaned herself up for this night. Hair down and neatly brushed. A blue dress formfitting dress that reached just above her knees, no sleeves, open back, no visible cleavage. Wore heels, but no high ones. She applied no makeup.

She thought to try something new. She was a bit embarrassed but that's what made it more exciting. She was proud of how she looks regardless.

"Having some fun?" Her lips made a funny shape looking at Silvana.

'Ugh, she thought of Polkaface too… I'll give you such a loud Polka someday, Arle, I swear.' In return, she angerly stared at the at her enemy's highlights.

"Not really." Sig replied. "I can't dance. Been walking around."

"Ah. I could teach you how to dance." Arle warmly offered her hand. "You know, so you can make Ms. Sunshine happy."

"Since when can you dance?" Silvana rolled out, not thinking, her jealousy touched the reigns.

Arle paused. Put her hand on her chin thinking about it. "Eeeh. I don't remember. Must've learned at some point. Did you see me on the dance floor? I have the muscle memory, and I'd say I'm pretty good." She stood proud.

Sig was thinking. 'Maybe I should try… She does like romantic clichés. It'll make her smile~ I'll do it. But… I'm dancing with Arle right in front of her…' "Sil? I wanna dance with her so I can dance with you. Are you alright with that?"

*Jealousy 100% Self-loathing 100% Betrayal 80% Sadness *

"Yeah, sure, go do that." She crossed her arms, leaned her back and slipper sole against the wall and turned her head to the corner.

"Sil… Please be honest."
"Just do it!"

"You heard what she said." Arle tugged the bug lover by the hand. The less time with Silvana the better.

"We will dance. I promise." Sig told Silvana.

Sil held her friendship necklace and breathed in and out. In, out. Repeated until she was tranquil. She prevented her worst fears running in circles in her head haunting her until she fell asleep. As if that would stop it.

She kept eye-ing her crush being thought the steps by that girl who bared her likeness until they were out of sight. All she saw was his antennae. Lost in the crowd… And that… That made Silvana just lose herself in her thoughts.

"Maybe I should've taken this prom seriously…" She looked down at her calculated mess. 'This will be my last prom… I don't have much longer until Prof 'Graduates' me… No chance of higher education unless I teach myself. My friends will go on. I won't have my magic license.' (Meaning she's only allowed to use magic for personal use, but not for use when working.) 'So I'll need to rely more on my physical prowess… I can deal with that.' She felt her muscles on her dominant arm. She's confident in her ability to do just that. As long as she can keep doing what she does she'll be fine.

Unless… Well, not getting her non-school license, she can live with that. 'What if a new mayor gets elected? The current one is ancient… What if the new one enforces stricter mental health regulations? Then Stan will have to boot me out of my position as boss… I'll feel super awkward to work with the guys…' Like a queen stripped of her position living among the peasants. Except with less hate.

*Meanwhile, with Arle and Sig…*

"…and that is I guess why. I'm not that petty to not help Silvana to do that. You two are clearly in love. No matter how much you guys say 'We're not a couple'. I don't want to ruin that for you. I'd be a bigger jerk than her."

"Thanks, Arle… I think Sil would appreciate it…"

"You know. To give Polkaface some credit. She got a sweet job."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being a clown from time to time. I wouldn't be as dedicated, but I'd love to tell jokes and perform." She smiled, she imagined it in front of her. "Sounds kinda fun~ Though I have this nagging feeling that I have experienced something that should make me think otherwise."

"Still kinda hesitant to visit the Circus and not because of Silvana. She is a jerk, but it was something else that ruined Circus going for me…"
"…"

Sig looked at Sil through the sea. She looked somber.

"Hey, Sig. Don't fret it. She's a jerk. But she's your jerk."
"She's never been a jerk to me."
"Even better. And you know what I mean."

Sil was gone. "I'm gonna look for Sil."
"Alright. Thanks for the dance. You're good for a beginner, if uneven."
"I am."

*Meanwhile, in the girls' restroom, my apologies…*

Sil needed a break from Arle, the dancers, the noise, and Arle. Leaning on her arms, she stared at herself in the mirror. "I should've dressed better…" She mumbled at no one.

To her side, she heard the door open. She paid it no mind until she was hugged from behind. "Ammy!"

"Surprise~? I saw you walk in with a sad look behind your mask. Something bothering ya, Sis?"
*Heavy duty sigh* "The usual." She wiggled free. "Thanks, Ammy."
"I didn't do anything."
"You being here's enough."
"Okay~ You're welcome."

"Uh… Is it okay if I compare you to Arle for a sec?..."
"…If you must…"
"I feel like this is really important."
"Then go ahead."
"I'm concerned about you."
"I gave you the go-ahead, Am!"
"Oh." *Nervous chuckle* *Neck Scratch*

"So I danced with Arle for a minute and noticed she's way more comfortable with her body."

Sil could she where this was going.

"You're more girly than Arle."
(You noticed.) "Yeah, I'm less of a tomboy…" (Ouch.)
"How come Arle doesn't mind showing she has a chest and you don't?"

If Amitie just dropped this on her Silvana would've wasted more punch.

"You got a sweet C+. "
'I never should've shown her my measurements…'
"I believe you can be prettier if you tried."
"Can we not talk about this?"
"C'mon, Arle has wraps on-and-off. Sil. I have barely seen you ever not tightly wrapped up."
"I'm not gonna loosen them up anytime soon."
"Sil, stop hurting yourself. Wrapping yourself like that's not good. On any other thing, you'd follow Arle's lead if you could, right? I know you try to avoid that, but this is one thing that's you should copy her."

"Do you have any bras?"
"Actually… No…"

"Pffffffft Pwhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaahahaha!" That laugh caught the circus girls off-guard. *Flush* There was someone else in the room with them. A toilet stall door opened and out came Raffine who kept on laughing as she washed her hands. She suppressed the laughter and snorts as she went back outside with her usual composure intact.

"That was careless…"
"Oopsie… My bad."
"It's mad bad too, Ammy." She casted a soundproof shield around them.

"You don't any bras? Get real!"

"…"

"If there's something you can tell me. We're sisters, right? You can tell me anything, why are you hurting yourself like this?"

Whether or not she intended for it. Amitie's social manipulation worked. Sil thought Amitie was right. They are sisters. They could tell each other secrets. Secrets Amitie could relate to more than Sig would.

"Buying bras was always a low priority. I lost the last few I had with my last hideout. And when I found Magic Circus, any bras I found were too small. After I became Pierrot, I haven't used anything else. I was incognito for a long time. Now, besides keeping Pierrot clean. It's just a fear of being recognized."

"Why? You keep on fooling everyone. No one suspects you. What does your chest size…? I don't get it."

"I don't want people staring at my chest and immediately recognize as who I try not to be." Sil clarified.

It didn't help. The anti-logic didn't even bypass Amitie's head. "Whaaaaat?"

"You know…"

Amitie paused, thought about it. She honestly tried to herself in Sil's shoes. She shook her head. "Mmmmm. No, I don't. Who the heck recognizes people they think is someone else by their chest size? Arle's big boobied blunette friend maybe… But that's about it. You're being silly, Sis. You're hurting yourself over nothing." She said concerned. "Just buy a comfortab-"

"No, Ammy!" Her mentality from her pre-existing period resurfaced. That of a child. She faced away. "I'm not taking the chance, I'm not putting it past the Dark Prince and Schezo. Especially when one of them made a home in a cave near town! The Dark Prince could probably recognize with minimal info. If I go outside with my arms and legs exposed like Arle and I'm done for… Sees a few mirrored spots. Dungeon in Hell with the same looking cellmates for me. Just like that."

Amitie's face faltered. A hugged her sister from behind again. "Sil… That's seriously why you're always covered up in those places?"
"Yes…"
"Sil, seriously stop that!"
"These are legitimate fears, Ammy!"
"You gotta face your fears! Not avoid them! And you can start wearing a bra!"
"B-But-"
"No, buts, Sis! You're being dumb. I've wrapped myself as Pierrot long enough that it isn't good for you. And you've been Pierrot way longer than me… I just came up with another reason why you're not being smart. Sorry to do this to ya, Arle warps too. Won't the Prince figure it out that way?
"U-Uh…"
"And your heels are bare right now!" She pointed at the slippers. "Will he recognize you by that?"
"Ah!" *Sniff*

Sil turned around and cried into Amitie's shoulder. Amitie resumed holding her big sister.

"I'm here to comfort and support you, and just make you feel better, Sis. Just like a bra. We're going shopping. Okay?"

"…m'kay…"

'Boy, Being a sister is tough.'
'I like having a sister~' *Tears some more* 'Never knew how much I needed one.'

"…Ammy?"
"Yeah?"
"I do find the wrapping pain nice though…"
"Get really real."
"I am."

"It makes me feel that I'm slowly but surely taking the punishment I deserve for everything I've done in the past ever since Sig put his spell over me." Silvana elaborated. Amitie's concerned grew as grew more uncomfortable. "And now here I am enjoying it… It's like an adoring ever-present hug that's too tight."

Amitie didn't believe it. Her big sis was romanticizing self-inflicted pain.

"I'm pathetic. I know… Mommy…"
"Mommy?"
"…Oh. Did I say that out loud?" She covered her mask.
"Come to think of it. Ever since Hohow left, I've heard you yelp 'Mommy' sometimes. I-Is she dead too?"
"She could be… I don't wanna leave to find out. Last time we met, Mommy chased the evil but confused copy of her daughter out of house and home with a broom on fire. They did the same at kindergarten. Arle I di- I mean ALL I did was mimic-ing Arle without understanding the whys… I was still fully convinced I was Arle…"

"Oh, Sis!" *Tighter hug*
"I'm so dumb…"
"Don't say that! You're freaking smart!"
"You're right, but you're not gonna win this, Ammy. Come back when you can relate. Only Vibitia can, and she hates my guts… Everyone did, through no fault of my own."
"…Hm. Actually, Sis…"

*Long story*

"Ammy, I thought I knew you! You're a… At that age… That explains so much."
"Yeah, it was a huge shock for me too when I found out. I'm just glad they eventually befriended me. If they didn't I'd be a lot like you I think…"
"Well, I guess you can relate. Woooooooow."

"So, okay, imagine if Arle didn't exist but you still did. Would you mind showing more skin?"
"…Has Arle existed in this scenario? Because in either one I have many questions. I exist because she exists, remember?"
"Well, what if-"
"I get what you mean, Ammy. But as things stand now, she's just more comfortable showing she has a figure, okay? Putting even without my instincts I'd say I wish was more like Arle because of that."

"I wouldn't know what to think if parents kicked me out… That's wicked scary."
"Don't worry about it."
"I love you, Sis." *Affectionate hug*
*Hug returned*
"If I had to have one to have you."

Sil giggled. "I'm happy with you too, Ammy." She snapped the soundproof shield away.

"The night's still young. Wanna dance? I haven't tried ballet yet. None of the other dancers wanna…"
"Sorry, Ammy. But I'm drained… Not in the mood. I wanna go home. Please let Prof know and say hi to Sig for me."
"Alrighty, nighty-nighty."

Sil got to the hall and got her trenchcoat. She strolled quietly home. One that would be short and sweet because the gym the prom used was not on the other side of Circus Square like her school was.

She started planning her next dance event. Just because this was her last Prom, doesn't mean she can't dance sometime, somewhere else. Preferably with Sig, obviously. And make the setting so obviously romantic in the hope Sig catching on and finally ask her to advance their relationship to what everyone already thinks of them already anyway.

She didn't wanna ask him herself. It would be a very special moment for if he asked her. It would truly feel earned to be closer to him, just with a few words followed by her saying: 'Oh my freaking gosh! Finally! Yes! Yes!' And from then on they call each other pets names as life goes on like normal.

She found herself subconsciously acting it out. She hoped nobody saw the masked weirdo in a trenchcoat…

Just Puyos it would seem. They don't count. But she shoved them together anyway. *Pop*

Sil wasn't naïve. She probably had to wait until the boy was both lucid enough and awake enough. She was gonna wait a long while before they can strengthen their bond further via a label they'll be given.

A sweet, sweet label.

"Somebody, following me? If so, stop. It's creepy and I'm very dangerous!"

"Sorry…" She barely heard. "Guess, I'll go back to the prom."

"Ah!" Sil was pleasantly surprised. She felt rejuvenated, in fact. "Wait, Sig. Won't you please escort my home?"

"Okay." Easy as that. Sil wrapped her arm around his. "So… Why are you with me now?"

"You looked sad about something. I went to look. Then Ammy told me what you told her."
"...Freakin' Ammy…"
"She told me to remind you to go bra shopp-"
"I got it! I'd rather not speak about it again tonight."
"Okay, we'll stop talking about your boobs."
"Thank you~"

"Wanna stay the night again?" Sil asked in such a sincere tone, it was sweet.
"Sure."
"You're the best, Sig. Say, you still owe me a dance don't you? How did the dancing tutorial go?"
"Think I got the gist of it?"
"Great. Wanna teach me? I have a ballroom somewhere. If not we can use the circus."
"Sure."

*Pierrot's Dusty, Dusty Ballroom…*

Sig, under Sil's instructions, was busy sweeping away enough dust for them to have their fun.

And while he did that, Silvana said she was gonna change. Sig was not the least bit curious about what she was going to wear. He figured she knew it too, it was hard to get the boy stimulated with anything that's not bug related. Deep down he was bugged by that too. But she liked dressing up, she liked being pretty. And he's the only person she's comfortable showing it to. Made especially evident with what Amitie told him. It would make her happy, and he likes seeing her wipe her permanent frown off her face. What will she wear this time?

'Guess I am curious.' He thought as he was done sweeping for enough dancing space.

"Yoo-hoo, Sig~" Sil cooed playfully, getting the boy's attention. The clown had her neatly brushed hair down, and had her mask from the prom still on. She had a lit candelabra, gramophone, and a folding table.

"That dress. From our first date."

"You remember~" She cheered as she set up the table, gramophone, and candelabra in the middle of the dance area. She gave a wink motion with her head. A silent thank you for not acknowledging her wraps have been redone to not be as tight. Assuming Sig noticed a difference to begin that is.

They got up close. Sil would feel his breath if not for her mask. She undid the thing and threw it like a disc to the side without looking at it.

Underneath was Silvana's face as usual. But she added a little something.

Eyeshadow, false eyelashes, a little blush, and pink lipstick. Pink like the lips on her mask. All was well applied too. Though she shouldn't bite her lips.

She smiled. "Do you like it?"
"Do you like it?"
"Hmmmm. To be honest. Yes. I think lipstick and the blush a bit much… Or maybe… I'll figure it out what I like. But I do really like the eyeshadow and lashes."
"And you wore that for me?"
"Well… I am now…" She shrugged. "I wore it all night as a joke. Fufufufueh." She quickly turned on and tuned the music. "Now, teach me, Sir No-Last-Name." She requested in a mock British accent.
"Okay."

"And then you step like this. And then like this."
"I think I got it. May I try to lead?"
"Uh, sure."
"Okido, here I go."

"I think you're good."
"Pffft. I'd say we're killing for two amateurs. Please, let's twirl again!"
"'Kay."
"Weeeee~~" Sil exhaled. She rested her head on Sig's head.

But the dancing continued. She's really feeling it. She even threw a little ballet in there. She lifted Sig in an angel pose.

"Sig?"

"I have a question. I forgot if I asked it already."
"So did I."
"I haven't even asked you yet."
"Asked what?"
"... You're my favorite kinda dummy, Sig." *Highly affectionate muzzle* "Never change."
"'Kay."
"No, don't take that literally."
"Take what literally?"
"Ughh. I got a question."
"How am I supposed not to take that anything but literally?"
"Um… back when I first kidnapped you. Fufufu… Nah, nevermind. I'd feel better if assume the best."

Sig tried to peace it together. As usual, his head was too misty to figure it out. "Maybe it was?"

"Thanks." She smiled. "Actually… I wanna thank you. Thank you for never ever mixing Arle and me up. Even if you look directly at my face. Even when you're dancing with a duplicate of a woman you've already danced with tonight wearing something similar. Ammy slips up, Liddy and Hohow's done it at least once. I can't even not do it." She nervously joked as the laugh turned normally jokey, bordering on cute. "Don't think I haven't noticed, Baby. It means something~. Of course, it hurts on a primal level. Nothing new there. But you really care~"

She kissed him on the cheek and she giggled.

"I love you."
"Same, Sil."

And they kept on dancing the night away. Sil didn't even care Sig missed his chance to upgrade their relationship. Maybe it didn't need to if this innocent best friend-kinda-ish love was already this intoxicating. The dusty room seemed to have transformed into an almost heavenly place for her, with an orchestra pretending to play what's on the gramophone. Sig's presence stripped enough inhibitions that all her troubles and Silvana and Arle (both herself and the real deal) was erased from her mind. Totally irrelevant. She wished she always was like this.

"Let's not wait till our next dance, shall we?"
"Sounds good~"

Silvana was living the kind of fairy ending she thought was impossible. And all it took was having kidnapped the friend of someone she hates…

And even if it was just Sig's magic touch, that made her push to even try out this life to begin with…

It was a lovely moment between them. One she'll never forget.

~and they lived happily ever after~

*Thunk!*
"OW! MY BACK!"

*A diegetic record scratch happened in-universe on the gramophone. I know right? What are the odds? Gee. The stars must've aligned.*

"Hey, what gives!" Silvana yelled at the boy lying onto of her.

"ZzzzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzz"

"Oh." Sil giggled. Having a good close up on his cute sleeping face. She blushed as she rubbed his cheek she didn't kiss. "Fufufufu~" She sighed. "Aaaaah. Guess the fun's over. What a time for your narcolepsy, Sig…" And now she yawned. "Guess it's way past your bedtime anyway." She shrugged.

"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Sil gently pushed the boy off of her and carried him to her bedroom. She lovingly tucked him on the free side of her huge bed.

"Fufufu~ Sweet dreams." She kissed him on the forehead. She had enough lipstick on her to leave another print on his head.

"Hngh." Sig moaned as he unconsciously turned. "Silvie~"

Sil's eyes widened. Did she hear that right? "S-Silvie?"

"Siiiiilviiieeeee."

Not only was he dreaming of her. He secretly withheld a cute pet name for her. Silvana smiled brighter than the sun. She loved it so much.

"Silvie. Silvie. Silvie Silvie." The more she heard it the more she loved it. "Silvie Pierrot. Silvie the Clown. Super Silvie. Stupid Silvie. Slim Silvie. Stylin' Silvie. Sig and Silvie. Sexy Silvie. Sweet Silvie. Secret Silvie. Santa Silvie. Secret Santa Silvie. Psyched Silvie. Sly Silvie. Smooth Silvie. Smiling Silvie. Sweetheart Silvie. Golden Silvie." She giggled. She hadn't screwed up and called herself 'Arle' in private. Before she knew it she posed her way through washing her face, brushing her teeth, putting on her pajamas, hugging Arms and lying down in bed on the other side facing Sig's sleeping face.

She had a tired smile as she twirled her hair. "You're a genius, Sig. Instead of Silva, it's Sil-vie. You're so thoughtful~ You know I'm not some second place mineral."

A big yawn.

"Oh, Army~ The dance was amazing~~~ But this nickname. This nickname is almost as good~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Arms was subjected to being squished tight to his owner's chest. He could hear the butterflies in her stomach from there. "Don't tell anyone, okay, Army? I wanna hear it straight from his half-awake mouth."

*Monkey whatever*

"Good. Silvie~ Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Author's Notes:
I do apologize for the restroom scene. I just wanted to show Silvana not be the straight man. Show she has normal people irrationalities along with everything else as we all do. Like certain all religions, phobias and hating Sonic Colours' gameplay *wink*

I do feel ashamed that it naturally let to making the fic more like 'Love of Puyo Puyo', or TheBlackKid's other works (no offense TBK, you do you. But even as this fic turned into an AU, I just like to try and keep the same tone when Sil's sad life isn't there to spoil the mood) for a chapter. Just a bit more… real?

I'm sorry to everyone.

But if I haven't passed the useless Bechdel test by not remembering the Bechel Test was a thing yet. I sure did now.

Anyway. Silvana's found something new to be happy about. Good for her. You wouldn't believe how long I withheld that nickname… somewhere in the 20s or 30s I think.

R.I.P. Elton. Nobody asked for him.

Next up: A look at a more uninhibited Silvana. And it only took Arle unexpectedly…