[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.]
[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]
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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.]
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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
nice icon
thanks i made it :)
you say that every time
i'd hate to disappoint
never
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