"Nothing of me can be contained, this blazer is as close as we've ever gotten to a proper vessel for my spirit." Kira draws on the cigarette and gestures an offer at the corner, waiting for traffic to shift and let them cross. That outward sense works just as well as watching the lights, holds them the extra second for someone chasing the yellow before he steps onto the asphalt.

At Ty's elbow, his fingers just barely curl, grip the triangular folds of his sleeve. The weight of his arm traps Ty's against his chest, holding him close even as Kira doesn't look at him.

"It's our only fucking Prom, excepting you bombing every final and needing a redo--I am getting a dance, and I am not getting a lecture from your better half."