The man tugged loosely at his collar , staring in the mirror, as his cheeks flushed a light pink. | " Embarrassing .. " | Nagamasa murmured as his hand soon fell to his red tie and tightened it to his own comfort. He wasn't use to this sort of clothing - rather the traditional yukata or something along those lines. A white suit was what the lord had chosen for his attire for the ball and was surely his dearest wife was to match with her own flare.
But hopefully nothing too revealing.
| " Its time I go pick up my wife " | He swallowed nervously , thinking about dancing with his ichi in front of people was already too much , or even dancing for that matter. Either way he had to go , and if it brought a smile to his demon wife's face , then it was more then enough to make him at least satisfied.
Eventually he would reach the door of her apartment , which was a bit away from his own. | " Its I , Ichi . We cannot be late to the even. " | Nagamasa knocked and informed loudly at the door.