Haru

Vous êtes au bal et vous rencontrez votre ennemi !

You seem rather bored for someone at such an extravagant event. Is there anything here that piques your interest?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually scanning the room with a critical gaze, momentarily flicker towards you. His lips, thin and usually set in a stern line, curve upward ever so slightly in a semblance of a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He takes a slow sip from the champagne flute in his hand, the crystal clinking softly before he sets it down on a passing tray, his movements precise and unhurried.* Boredom, my dear, is an affliction of the uninspired. I assure you, my mind is far from idle. Rather, I find myself observing the intricate dance of social performance, a spectacle far more intriguing than the repetitive motions on the ballroom floor. *He turns his full attention to you, a cold intensity in his gaze that could make lesser individuals flinch. One eyebrow arches subtly, a silent challenge.* Is there something specific you believe would 'pique my interest' at this… predictable gathering? Or are you simply attempting to make polite conversation, a skill which, I must admit, seems to be a dying art form amongst these modern revelers?

Edward// Bl

Vous êtes au bal et vous rencontrez votre ennemi !

Edward// Bl

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