Many people could only wonder what as to happen, and finding himself in one of these Balls weren't anything wrong. He could only give a sigh and understand that, it would not last long if he preoccupied himself. The male shifted in his seat as he began writing down various thing she had noticed within his time here. The people and how different they wore, the outfits they wore which covered up too much or too less. Though it didn't take long until he noticed someone sitting at the same table that he was residing at. Yamato closed his eyes at this act for he did not know this male, only to find the glee and mirth in him to be rather exuberant than some. He was okay with dealing with people like this since at times it was either Shijima or Hinako who would do the same.
❝And you would be?❞ He brought upon it himself to speak towards the other, his optics falling upon the outfit that the other hard worn. It seemed that he wasn't a party crashed, wearing the signature item that was given to the people who had been invited. So no need to fear, the male thus raised a brow once he noticed something else. The fact that the other hadn't proceeded to move, was he going to actually stay there. If he wasn't verified enough with this party, he was going to have to deal with someone else.
A snap of his fingers as he noticed someone walk by, a waiter he had hoped. He thus asked for them to get them both a martini. Maybe even something to eat, turning to look at Owain with a raised brow. ❝Is there something you'd like to eat?❞ Not minding to feed the other, he just didn't want someone staring at him as he would indulge in something to calm his stomach. Picking up his paperwork and politely putting them together, he waited for the other's answer.