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Krel Ansell · 10-18-2020, 12:30 AM

Feeling very phantom of the opera or perhaps, more Fifty-Shades of awkward, Conley paused near the entrance to the atrium. He’d been busy trying to find a suitable replacement for the Mexican Ambassador and therefore hadn’t really been paying attention to the time. While he had thought they were going to be late, it appeared that they might be the first ones here. ”We aren’t early? Are we?” Conley asked turning Sachin. For some reason, the idea of them being the first ones here made him feel old. On the other hand, he was just glad this year’s event wasn’t taking place in the greenhouses again.
He hadn't had time to go home and instead had changed into a satin blue suit and matching mask in his office before coming own to the atrium.

Adam hadn’t planned on buying a new suit. The green one he had worn to the last gala/ball/ministry dancing thingie had been perfectly fine. It wasn’t like he had the need to wear suits often and it had been a couple of years, but for some reason, he had found himself purchasing a new suit because he hadn’t been able to find a suitable matching facemask for his green suit. The mask felt a little pointless to him, and because he couldn’t ear his ~~really ugly~~ glasses, he was going to have a hard time navigating things tonight. The only reason he hadn’t pulled out his old support cane was because Zita had agreed to come with him. And for that he was very grateful, not to mention he was excited to show her off. Just because he couldn’t see her, didn’t mean others couldn’t. That being said, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to introduce her to people. "How are ve to know each ozzer?" he asked Zita, reaching for her hand.

10-18-2020, 12:30 AM	#2 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Feeling very phantom of the opera or perhaps, more Fifty-Shades of awkward, Conley paused near the entrance to the atrium. He’d been busy trying to find a suitable replacement for the Mexican Ambassador and therefore hadn’t really been paying attention to the time. While he had thought they were going to be late, it appeared that they might be the first ones here. ”We aren’t early? Are we?” Conley asked turning Sachin. For some reason, the idea of them being the first ones here made him feel old. On the other hand, he was just glad this year’s event wasn’t taking place in the greenhouses again. He hadn't had time to go home and instead had changed into a satin blue suit and matching mask in his office before coming own to the atrium. Adam hadn’t planned on buying a new suit. The green one he had worn to the last gala/ball/ministry dancing thingie had been perfectly fine. It wasn’t like he had the need to wear suits often and it had been a couple of years, but for some reason, he had found himself purchasing a new suit because he hadn’t been able to find a suitable matching facemask for his green suit. The mask felt a little pointless to him, and because he couldn’t ear his ~~really ugly~~ glasses, he was going to have a hard time navigating things tonight. The only reason he hadn’t pulled out his old support cane was because Zita had agreed to come with him. And for that he was very grateful, not to mention he was excited to show her off. Just because he couldn’t see her, didn’t mean others couldn’t. That being said, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to introduce her to people. "How are ve to know each ozzer?" he asked Zita, reaching for her hand. __________________