closed starter for @magicfought
disgust ran through him, anger flowing through his body like blood. it had been four months exactly since the war, && despite his family being on intense watch && everything in his life literally going to s h i t -- he found himself here, at daphne’s stupid party. why was he here? well, she begged. she begged in the sort of way that was almost pathetic, && he refused to let her make him feel like dirt for skipping her party. she was simply trying to move forward, something they all should be doing. but not him -- no, he couldn’t move on. the past events plagued him, weighed him down, weakened him in every which way. to be frank -- he wasn’t himself. standing alone, he watched as his friends && housemates mingled, internally, he was in agony -- though his exterior said otherwise. he seemed cool && collected, minding his own business. pale eyes skim over to the person beside him, noting they seemed equally uninterested in the party. with a sigh, he figured striking up conversation could make this a bit less unbearable. “ you’re daphne’s little sister, aren’t you? you seem quite bored for the hostess’s family. are the mini quiches not to your liking ?? ” his tone was rather dry, though he was joking with her -- well, at least he hoped it came across that way. he had been a bit numb lately to really partake in joke telling (( forgive him for being rusty )).
