▷ @bendydemon
he still didn’t fully understand why he bothered to come. formal events just weren’t the same kind of vibe that yv usually found comfort or familiarity in. with elegant decor, overly slow songs pouring from the speakers, and a rather stiff suit on his body, the gun god looked more than ready to leave at a moment’s notice. the only reason why he hadn’t was.... well. the booze was fine and there were some familiar faces, but something kept tugging him to stay.
it’s only until he catches glimpse of one particular demon ( unsurprisingly ) standing at the open bar that he realizes why he hadn’t brought himself to leave. yv doesn’t remember bendy hanging around there earlier since he’s had his own share of shit to get tipsy off of, but now seems like as good a chance as any to... mingle.
trying to ignore the uncharacteristic hesitation creeping up on him, the gun god floats over towards the bar, holding a drink in one hand as he adjusts his bowtie with the other. he didn’t know if bendy had seen him before now, but he’d rather not ask about it anyway.
❝soooooooo,❞ he starts, attempting to get the demon’s attention with something other than an awkward cough. it’s just a little difficult getting words out when you’ve got a disgusting tightness in your chest. ❝u didnt tell me u were rollin up here. did u just com up or what.❞