(typically he wasn't given these roles, they all had a certain rhythm and rhyme to what they did. kafka would take lead, like a proper femme fatale, dancing around and weaving threads like it was second nature to her. the men and women caught by her web were rarely missed, forgotten by the next day as something else takes center stage. she was every bit born for this "career" of theirs as actors, actresses, and fools as he's heard some utter. fools perhaps, but they were his family, weren't they? well, he could see it that way and perceive it as he cares for everyone in his willingness to join them in the dangers of this path.
but perhaps not everyone is viewed the same, of them he was often attached to kafka by the hip. following her word, never attempting to make her sad or mad were that possible, it was like he was a puppy.
he's been given the role of all-rounder. the one meant to learn and act accordingly, lessons that were often given to him with the idea of imparting in caelus something of responsibility for not only the others, but anyone else that might come into his life in the future from these carefully cultivated bonds. normally blade was expected to be at her side through events like this. a glowering and intimidating presence while keeping his mouth shut. the taller man was good at those roles and even keeping unimportant npc's in this game they're all involved in.
or that was how silver wolf put it, something caelus agreed with.
this change of pace had caught his attention. elio didn't say much, not that he expects him to, but it was interesting. maybe it was another lesson waiting to happen? he can't answer that, either. right now, he's been keeping quiet and allowing himself to be fussed after. a change of pace with some other circumstances, caelus didn't quite have the closet that they all did, filled with many clothing sets and other odds and ends. he didn't always expect to be sent out with them, unless it was for other reasons.
the suit isn't too bad, the tie is a pain from what he's learning about adjusting and tying one together. feels stuffy too, honestly. can't he just remove it and simply go around like one of those movie characters he saw once or twice while joining silver wolf on some manner of arcade misadventures?
seems like that answer is leaning toward "no", though he's a bit anxious.
this party is....huge, the atmosphere is not what he's used to, either. somehow it isn't too bad, but caelus can say he's out of his depth despite minding his manners and offering what charming smiles he can muster. good thing he's had practice, sometimes it would help in a pinch and other times he'd have to make a run for it with silver wolf hot on his heels just because he made one of his colorful remarks at the wrong time. everyone was dressed to impress, some more gaudy and tacky than others. honestly, this whole ballroom looks like something out of one of those visual novels he got talked into trying while being on standby as the others worked.
it's enough he almost forgets they have a job to do before a glass of champagne being held out to him catches his attention.)
Thanks. (he offers that first, no need to guess who it is. her perfume stands out perfectly, so does that smile of hers when he glances in kafka's direction. whatever anxieties he has, they fade slowly into the background. calming his nerves wasn't difficult when they're together. but can he really do this? elio did say they were supposed to....) It's fine to drink, right?
(....act like a couple, but he can't say he knows how couples are supposed to act entirely.)
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but perhaps not everyone is viewed the same, of them he was often attached to kafka by the hip. following her word, never attempting to make her sad or mad were that possible, it was like he was a puppy.
he's been given the role of all-rounder. the one meant to learn and act accordingly, lessons that were often given to him with the idea of imparting in caelus something of responsibility for not only the others, but anyone else that might come into his life in the future from these carefully cultivated bonds. normally blade was expected to be at her side through events like this. a glowering and intimidating presence while keeping his mouth shut. the taller man was good at those roles and even keeping unimportant npc's in this game they're all involved in.
or that was how silver wolf put it, something caelus agreed with.
this change of pace had caught his attention. elio didn't say much, not that he expects him to, but it was interesting. maybe it was another lesson waiting to happen? he can't answer that, either. right now, he's been keeping quiet and allowing himself to be fussed after. a change of pace with some other circumstances, caelus didn't quite have the closet that they all did, filled with many clothing sets and other odds and ends. he didn't always expect to be sent out with them, unless it was for other reasons.
the suit isn't too bad, the tie is a pain from what he's learning about adjusting and tying one together. feels stuffy too, honestly. can't he just remove it and simply go around like one of those movie characters he saw once or twice while joining silver wolf on some manner of arcade misadventures?
seems like that answer is leaning toward "no", though he's a bit anxious.
this party is....huge, the atmosphere is not what he's used to, either. somehow it isn't too bad, but caelus can say he's out of his depth despite minding his manners and offering what charming smiles he can muster. good thing he's had practice, sometimes it would help in a pinch and other times he'd have to make a run for it with silver wolf hot on his heels just because he made one of his colorful remarks at the wrong time. everyone was dressed to impress, some more gaudy and tacky than others. honestly, this whole ballroom looks like something out of one of those visual novels he got talked into trying while being on standby as the others worked.
it's enough he almost forgets they have a job to do before a glass of champagne being held out to him catches his attention.)
Thanks. (he offers that first, no need to guess who it is. her perfume stands out perfectly, so does that smile of hers when he glances in kafka's direction. whatever anxieties he has, they fade slowly into the background. calming his nerves wasn't difficult when they're together. but can he really do this? elio did say they were supposed to....) It's fine to drink, right?
(....act like a couple, but he can't say he knows how couples are supposed to act entirely.)