Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20191112022657/@comment-36459171-20191122025434

"I only agreed to come to that you'd stop talking about my 'hopeless, empty romantic life'." He quoted with a matter of fact side glance, letting a huff. He didn't enjoy social events at all, not that anyone attempted to talk to him and vice versa. He spared a glance towards Old Woman and it was safe to say he regretted ever having eyes after witnessing her form of 'dancing'.

Kars had been outfitted in gold bangles that hung onto his wrists and ankles, a gold chain dangling from his ears, his plaited hair holding metallic threads weaved within, the moonlight often times catching them within it's view, causing small little sparkles. He didn't approve of the jewelry and all the glitz and glam, but Eisidisi had insisted. The only thing Kars was willing to admit was that he found himself enjoying the music, but otherwise he would've left as soon as possible if it weren't for Eisidisi.

The sudden whistle of the flute had gotten his attention, watching as the familiar form of Eurythmic had begun to perform. He watched her fluid and relaxed motion with his usual bored look, before it evolved to something of genuine interest. When she had finished, he realized he had been watching and hastily pulled his gaze away, though a smug Eisidisi had beaten him to it. "I'm not-" He began until the dreaded Abba had decided to flung herself full force at him. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her away from arm's length, his lips curling in disgust.

"Get the hell away from me." He hissed with venom in his words; it looked like he was getting ready to punch her lights out any moment.

--

Genji gave her a small round of applause as she perched beside him. "That was really good, Eury. You looked so confident in your movements." He praised with a genuine tone, giving her a thumbs-up.

Eurythmic had just thrown a bunch of things at him and demanded him to try it, since his clothes were damp from the lake. Three crow feathers had been placed and binded behind his ear, silver clamps hanging onto the outer parts of his ear as well. Leather braces dyed to a pitch black enveloped his wrists. That was all about he could stand before it all began to go to glittering golds and jewels. To say the least he was a bit uncomfortable in this fancy attire, rather preferring to ditch it for his worn and tattered clothing, as his scars were much more visible, including the ones on his face that weren't often seen before.

"This is a pretty nice party, so long as no one tries to talk us up." He mumbled the last part.