It had been many years since Kazuha found himself at any sort of formal celebration. Even then, raised as a young noble, he was never completely comfortable attending them. So many people causing such a commotion set his heart ill at ease.
Searching for something familiar to distract himself -- and barring that, possibly an escape -- he scanned room until his eyes landed on a very familiar looking pair of triangular ears perched atop a head of reddish brown hair. He felt his composure crack just for a moment.
“Gorou?” He asked, perhaps a little louder than he originally intended. It was only after approaching the other when he was looking into the stranger’s eyes and the scent of plum blossoms washed over him did he realize his mistake. He was quick to collect himself.
“My sincerest apologies. I seem to have mistaken you for someone else. I suppose that is what happens when one trusts their eyesight more than their other senses. I have even warned others against such a thing in the past. It is simply that... you look remarkably like an old friend of mine. I suppose you must not hear that often.” He paused on that thought.
“Or perhaps you do. I believe I would not know.”
@floradorned