ᴍᴀsǫᴜ: ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ; sᴜɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴ & ᴄʜᴀɴɢsᴜɴ
[/there were times when he wanted to die and now was one of them. Dancing had never been his fortitude not to mention social gatherings had brought him to the point of exhaustion. So he stood there in the center, one of the walls that aligned the entire -- whatever this building was. So he held his breath, his nose wrinkled and he himself chose to squint at the crowd with utmost disgust or something of that nature. A cup in his hand; and to those who had taken a whiff of the cup in question would have smelt the Firewhisky. Though he wasn't tipsy physically; he had enough to cloud his judgement but no one would need to know the finer details of that situation. However Changsun himself found himself standing next to the darker ] I hate this song. Music has rotten over the course of time. [/a grumble nonetheless as he took another sip; his hardened gaze looking foreword in comparison to those who took notice. Even behind that mask his gaze was as cold as ice. But he made no inclination to move towards Changsun]
