Th || Thomas X Abel - Tumblr Posts
paying more attention to the flute of champagne in his hand, and the sweet he'd just popped into his mouth, it was no surprise that thomas walked into somebody. well, he thought he had walked into somebody because they were warm-- and smelled good-- but their sturdiness made it feel more like the familiar had walked into a wall.
wall or person, they were still responsible for making him drop his drink regardless. "hey," the word leapt from his lips almost in a hiss as he turned to look at... whatever... he'd collided with. "whoa, you're massive." thomas blurted out as he cocked his head to the side and genuinely took a moment to look the man over. "like really massive."
"wait," his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed beneath his mask as he realized they had said something. "was that an innuendo? were you making a dick jock? does that mean you think i'd be a tight squeeze? that's a bit bold of an opening line," he rambled, his left hand reaching up to fumble with the keys hanging from his necklace. "or, wait, were you trying to say that your suit was a tight squeeze? or was it some kind of comment about how crowded it is here, because if that's the case then..." thomas's blue eyes darted to the side, suddenly distracted as another tray of food was carried past him. normally he would have just walked off, midsentence, to chase after the snacks but this time he had the decency not to just leave.
pouting slightly as the waiter walked further and further away from him, thomas seemed to linger there for a moment before remembering someone was with him. turning back to face the man in yellow, he cocked his head to the side again and pursed his lips with thought.
"what were we talking about again?"
@unveilstarters || Event Starter: masquerade
Abel adjusted his mask on his face before looking at himself once more in the mirror. He had a well fitted suit on with a few yellow accents. The suit covered him nicely, accentuating his hips and chest. The shoes weren't anything debonair, but the tan leather more or less matched the hue of the suit's yellow accents. The mask itself was a bit more elegant, painted in golden hues to resemble a dog. There was even a slight dog snout at the end and a couple of ears folded over on the top. It only covered half his face compared to those he's seen in town so his chipper smile would be able to be seen during the festivities. However, if the rumors were to be believed, no one would recognize Abel anyway.
Abel had lived here for a couple of years. He hasn't had the chance to put every name to a face he's seen just yet, so he would imagine the night would be the same regardless of the masks. Nevertheless, Abel fastens the mask one last time before walking in the chateau. The familiar looks around to see the amount of people around. He walks around the common areas, looking around for someone to share a room with. From the looks of things, he might just have plenty of fun on the first floor of the chateau. He feels someone bump into him and the familiar immediately turns to apologies. "So sorry about that, friend. It's a tight squeeze in here, isn't it?"
