[It is a little-known fact that Nobles do not have parties. At the very least, not this kind of party, with too many lights and people for Regis to know what to do with himself. He feels relieved; they (supposedly) did well, didn't they? — but all the same, it's overwhelming. He's used to spending the aftermath of battles just resting, and without every other person trying to give him a drink and then blink and ask him how old he is.
Rude.
Once he's secured some colorful drink he has no plans to use for its intended purpose, Regis elbows his way out of the crowd, impatiently. Can he please go somewhere clean and quiet, for the love of—
He spies a familiar face. Not familiar enough to greet (semi-)warmly, but enough to draw his presence. And his smirk, barely kept in check.]
Rael. You were here, and helping these people? [HILARIOUS he knew it all along.]
[Barring Rael's most recent foray into human culture his last experience was somewhere back when the gramophone was new and exciting. So it is safe to say he doesn't know what the fuck is going on.
In the face of loud music and flashing lights he needed to escape to the outskirts of the roaring party. It was an trek filled with many a handshakes and congratulations to their achievement (apparently) that he returned. He couldn't name what he was actually proud of but whatever, these people were okay enough when they finally ignored him.
Which leads us to Rael staring out at an overwhelming crowd and inching away from the flashing panel he ended up near. Until he spots a familiar face. Regis will note that he was always looking out at the crowd with a sneer and not a concerned bewilderment.]
Is that such a surprise? They would need at least one person actually competent. [Which he probably was. In whatever he did.]
[Sure he was. Always so aloof, that Rael. Regis has nothing to say to that except to scoff and look away from Rael to the crowd, considering it.
It would be. So good to remember what they were doing out there. But he has too much pride to ask if Rael remembers and he isn't going to say it himself.]
It is a surprise. I expected you to flee this place as soon as possible. What are you doing?
[First off, Regis has no rights to stand in Rael's wallflower spot. He claimed it, it's his. No one invited him to THIS party.
Except Rael is at least comfortable in insulting Regis. Unlike whatever is happening out in the party. So he crosses his arms and directs his focus on the distraction.]
Flee. From a bunch of humans? [A scoff.] I more surprised you haven't grabbed a tray and started serving them yourself.
[Don't scoff right after he scoffs. Who do you think you are? Regis tears himself away from people-watching and trying to assess the situation almost immediately, distracted by this petty nonsense. Which he is, of course, going to engage.]
And what would be so bad about that? They're here because they contributed, just like the two of us.
[Huff. God.] Besides, you are always so insistent on avoiding humans.
[He'll do what he wants, thanks. At least rehashing the same argument for the hundredth time is a kind of petty they both know.
Rael finally smirks with a small shake to his head, completely dismissing Regis' first point. Because the servants totally participated in whatever amazing battle took place. It's almost sad to see Regis putting himself beneath other humans as well as serving them. The poor dear.]
Not when they are acting correctly. At least these here are able to thank us for our time. [Instead of acting like it's their right. He's shrugs to emphasis just how much he doesn't care.]
[They're not servants, they're people Rai would definitely welcome into the infinite, sprawling rooms of his house. Show some respect.
Unfortunately for them, Regis can't actually remember fighting alongside any of them, and his collection of reliable humans doesn't seem to be here (mildly unnerving), so he has no solid rebuttal for that "acting correctly" bit.
Back to the classics.]
Are you attracting that much attention, over here in the corner? [BOOM]
[There are only so many things a convenient blanket of good feeling can mask in a person, and being an uppity nerd about chores is not one of them. Battle he can't remember? Fine. Being here at all without remembering? Again, fine. But losing a stupid-looking drink all over the floor because a more excitable patron bumped into him (probably because they didn't see him, short struggle)?
Well, that is not fine at all. He is, in fact, super mortified, and now is on a quest to find a mop.
So when he stops, very businesslike, to question this very nice looking gentleman, it's for a much dumber reason than maybe his manner suggests.]
You there. I have a question.
[there is no time for fooling around, someone could be slipping at this very moment]
[ Very nice looking gentleman. More like very knife looking gentlemaim. Hilarious...! But what's not funny is the look on this young man's face, all business and concern. It's a look Makishima is used to seeing on people he doesn't much care for, truth be told, and the rude(!!!) way he demands attention earns a helpful response: ]
Me here.
[ Yes. He's here. Something which is nothing short of a miracle, and the result of the lingering smile on his oh so serious face. Just kidding. The smile is a mask for the confusion (weird) and vague sense of irritation (dumb) he's felt ever since the welcoming presentation. Why didn't they use a slide projector? Powerpoints lack character. ]
[Are you going to app Dio instead? What a deceit. Anyway, Regis falters only barely - cleaning up is a serious matter, after all, and he's used to humans not taking it seriously enough.
But he is going to prioritize. Mostly.]
This isn't the time to be flippant. Have you seen anyone in charge of cleaning this room?
[In his world, messes are eradicated within mere minutes of being created, so asking for a janitor in the middle of festivities is perfectly normal.]
[ Writes 'Makishima' on his razor. No - but seriously, or not so seriously, Makishima regards this weird guy with a look of not even disguised amusement. It's always the time to be flippant, he has found, and it's always better to leave cleaning up to someone else. ]
You mean like a drone? [ He gives a casual look around, half actually looking for a cleaner and half looking for whatever has this kid's panties in a bunch. ] No. Did you make a mess?
[How can one perfectly innocent stranger be so, so casual...? He's disappointed for a brief moment, then puffs up a little, defensively.]
Not I. A rowdy patron is spilling drinks!
[He's honestly not 100% clear on what a drone is, but given all the other things around this room he's not 100% clear on, he'll spare himself the indignity of asking. But not this next indignity-]
I requested that he help clean up the mess he made, but I haven't been able to find him again in this crowd.
[ Any intent Makishima had of helping out just left him along with a casually dismissive breath of laughter. A rowdy patron. Seriously. Who cares so much about the little things? It's not as if spilling drinks will cause the area stress factor to raise, and so there's no point clearing it up or causing a mass drink spillage. Fun prank idea: coat party glasses in grease to cause social(ite) upheaval. ]
Instead of a janitor, you should look for this person. Did they have any distinguishing features? Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything... or so they say, so I expect he's at least handsome.
[Not every cry over spilled milk is some sort of social commentary—some people (this little guy here) are just concerned with tidiness.
That said, Regis isn't impressed with this assessment - at all. He frowns, raising an eyebrow at his new friend like he can't believe that's actually something someone suggested.]
Someone refined wouldn't behave like a barbarian. [Hot people are more well-behaved: something he actually believes. Also speaking from experience.] It's inelegant! If he's going to make a mess in someone else's establishment, he should be removed.
[ Someone refined wouldn't behave like a barbarian. Moment to make fun of that assessment if you don't mind. Makishima could introduce Regis to plenty of people who can attest the contrary. Well, they could, but they all died before the weird alien invasion thing happened. But they too would speak from personal experience. ]
Is this about removing a man for a simple mistake, or cleaning up your own mess?
[Reading books doesn't make you refined, pal. Even paper ones.]
What? Of course it's about— keeping the area clean! [Oh no, is his guilt about holding the drink that made a mess that obvious? He should have snuck around to find a mop himself, now someone knows.]
Recklessly causing accidents is only a simple mistake until someone slips and hurts themselves! I am acting out of concern.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
casually lifts a test drive prompt and carries it over here
Rude.
Once he's secured some colorful drink he has no plans to use for its intended purpose, Regis elbows his way out of the crowd, impatiently. Can he please go somewhere clean and quiet, for the love of—
He spies a familiar face. Not familiar enough to greet (semi-)warmly, but enough to draw his presence. And his smirk, barely kept in check.]
Rael. You were here, and helping these people? [HILARIOUS he knew it all along.]
casually replies
In the face of loud music and flashing lights he needed to escape to the outskirts of the roaring party. It was an trek filled with many a handshakes and congratulations to their achievement (apparently) that he returned. He couldn't name what he was actually proud of but whatever, these people were okay enough when they finally ignored him.
Which leads us to Rael staring out at an overwhelming crowd and inching away from the flashing panel he ended up near. Until he spots a familiar face. Regis will note that he was always looking out at the crowd with a sneer and not a concerned bewilderment.]
Is that such a surprise? They would need at least one person actually competent. [Which he probably was. In whatever he did.]
catually
It would be. So good to remember what they were doing out there. But he has too much pride to ask if Rael remembers and he isn't going to say it himself.]
It is a surprise. I expected you to flee this place as soon as possible. What are you doing?
no subject
Except Rael is at least comfortable in insulting Regis. Unlike whatever is happening out in the party. So he crosses his arms and directs his focus on the distraction.]
Flee. From a bunch of humans? [A scoff.] I more surprised you haven't grabbed a tray and started serving them yourself.
no subject
And what would be so bad about that? They're here because they contributed, just like the two of us.
[Huff. God.] Besides, you are always so insistent on avoiding humans.
no subject
Rael finally smirks with a small shake to his head, completely dismissing Regis' first point. Because the servants totally participated in whatever amazing battle took place. It's almost sad to see Regis putting himself beneath other humans as well as serving them. The poor dear.]
Not when they are acting correctly. At least these here are able to thank us for our time. [Instead of acting like it's their right. He's shrugs to emphasis just how much he doesn't care.]
no subject
Unfortunately for them, Regis can't actually remember fighting alongside any of them, and his collection of reliable humans doesn't seem to be here (mildly unnerving), so he has no solid rebuttal for that "acting correctly" bit.
Back to the classics.]
Are you attracting that much attention, over here in the corner? [BOOM]
lifts a test drive prompt again
Well, that is not fine at all. He is, in fact, super mortified, and now is on a quest to find a mop.
So when he stops, very businesslike, to question this very nice looking gentleman, it's for a much dumber reason than maybe his manner suggests.]
You there. I have a question.
[there is no time for fooling around, someone could be slipping at this very moment]
it begins
Me here.
[ Yes. He's here. Something which is nothing short of a miracle, and the result of the lingering smile on his oh so serious face. Just kidding. The smile is a mask for the confusion (weird) and vague sense of irritation (dumb) he's felt ever since the welcoming presentation. Why didn't they use a slide projector? Powerpoints lack character. ]
nice icon
But he is going to prioritize. Mostly.]
This isn't the time to be flippant. Have you seen anyone in charge of cleaning this room?
[In his world, messes are eradicated within mere minutes of being created, so asking for a janitor in the middle of festivities is perfectly normal.]
thanks i made it :)
You mean like a drone? [ He gives a casual look around, half actually looking for a cleaner and half looking for whatever has this kid's panties in a bunch. ] No. Did you make a mess?
you say that every time
Not I. A rowdy patron is spilling drinks!
[He's honestly not 100% clear on what a drone is, but given all the other things around this room he's not 100% clear on, he'll spare himself the indignity of asking. But not this next indignity-]
I requested that he help clean up the mess he made, but I haven't been able to find him again in this crowd.
i'd hate to disappoint
Instead of a janitor, you should look for this person. Did they have any distinguishing features? Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything... or so they say, so I expect he's at least handsome.
[ Waugh is Me - speak from experience skill. ]
never
That said, Regis isn't impressed with this assessment - at all. He frowns, raising an eyebrow at his new friend like he can't believe that's actually something someone suggested.]
Someone refined wouldn't behave like a barbarian. [Hot people are more well-behaved: something he actually believes. Also speaking from experience.] It's inelegant! If he's going to make a mess in someone else's establishment, he should be removed.
no subject
Is this about removing a man for a simple mistake, or cleaning up your own mess?
[ Because right now, boy, you're doing neither. ]
no subject
What? Of course it's about— keeping the area clean! [Oh no, is his guilt about holding the drink that made a mess that obvious? He should have snuck around to find a mop himself, now someone knows.]
Recklessly causing accidents is only a simple mistake until someone slips and hurts themselves! I am acting out of concern.