[Well, no one can say she isn't a bright spot in the party. The green actually hurts Tybalt's eye. But even prickly felines get hungry, so he is at the snack table as well, keeping her on his right, despite his better judgement. He prefers to keep the people around him in his line of sight. More difficult than it sounds when he has only the one eye to watch everyone with.
He takes a few fish-looking horderves, not giving half a damn if he is furthering a stereotype with that. The new squires have no idea he is a shifter, anyway.
He managed a bit more dress-appropriate look, somehow. One of his better days, even if he did forget to shave and fix his hair.
And master of the art of conversation that he is, what he manages is a temporary pause of a glance and a nod.]
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He takes a few fish-looking horderves, not giving half a damn if he is furthering a stereotype with that. The new squires have no idea he is a shifter, anyway.
He managed a bit more dress-appropriate look, somehow. One of his better days, even if he did forget to shave and fix his hair.
And master of the art of conversation that he is, what he manages is a temporary pause of a glance and a nod.]
Good Evening.