*◟♧ @mrbombyx. ❜
He stares. He’s never seen anything like it. He doesn’t recognize the outfit, or the horns, or the grey-toned skin. Definitely not all of it together. ❛ Are you, like, a cosplayer? What are you from? ❜

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*◟♧ @mrbombyx. ❜
He stares. He’s never seen anything like it. He doesn’t recognize the outfit, or the horns, or the grey-toned skin. Definitely not all of it together. ❛ Are you, like, a cosplayer? What are you from? ❜
❝ Ya’ don’t strike me like most Jadebloods that seem okay with livin’ in the caves.. I’ve seen you out an’ about a few times but never got ta’ catch your name. What is it anyway? ❞
Marvus felt as though something was much different about this one.. He appeared to be very against the norm, and even wishing to not have anything to do with the caste system, or even caring for his duties for that matter. He didn’t quite care either, Marvus wasn’t the type to drag him back kicking and tell him to ‘live by the rules’ of a horrific system
He was somewhere around 6′5~to 7′0 tall. Looking at Lanque with a bit of a grin.
❝ Name’s Marvus Xoloto, who might you be handsome? ❞
@mrbombyx
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Grey skin probably would have been the first thing about them to pique Dr. Iwamine’s interest if he weren’t so drastically colourblind. The bombing that had impaired his right side did both nerve and optical damage; the only colour he could still catch amidst the sea of varying shades of grey that made up the world was red. The stranger with the short dark hair wasn’t wearing much red at all, save for the base of the horns on their head and on a triangle-shaped pin by the breast pocket of their blazer. Humans all looked more or less the same to Shuu ( in much the same way as most birds looked the same to them, he supposed ), so to find a humanoid-looking being sporting what he assumed to be a perfectly acceptable skintone with pointed teeth and pointed ears didn’t do enough on its own to him to suggest that something was amiss. All the doctor did was tilt his head slowly to the side, reaching up to lightly brush his fingertips against the younger man’s horns in a show of both curiosity and an utter disregard for any concept of personal space.
Ryouta put on costumes often enough. They looked real, though --- a mutation?
"Fascinating... I’ve yet to see a human with such drastic physical deviations. Is this a result of adaptation to the pandemic, perhaps?? Or more of a natural mutation??”
*◟♧ (cont.) mrbombyx. ❜
❛ Uh. ❜ He’s not really sure what Lanque is referring to. Frost-frond? A tree? Maybe? Jules wasn’t sure, and he also wasn’t totally sure that he wasn’t being stealthily insulted. He’d spent enough time at stuffy upper-class parties to recognize it when he heard it. Usually it wasn’t directed at him, usually it was ... Well, his folks saying it about someone or another. This was new. He doesn’t stop Lanque from adjusting the buttons on his jacket, but his face does darken in a blush at the accusation.
❛ I’m -- not. ❜ He insists, but the crack in his voice clearly gives him away. When he didn’t have his Julian facade to hide behind, he was a mess with things like this. Jules had been happy to hide away with a life of only ever loving 2D, never really getting into relationships for fear of the eternal rejection of being with someone that would never actually care about the real him. But ... It was different now. Sometimes good different. Sometimes scary different, but still probably good.
He frowns a little as the other musses his hair, though -- but maybe it’s for the best. This isn’t a stuffy party, it’s one with his friends. Real friends. Trying to style his hair like he normally would is ... Maybe not the best? He doesn’t know anymore. ❛ I ... Well, it’s just a party at work. It’s open to guests too, so it’s not like you can’t come. ❜ He says, addressing the easier of two topics first. There would, of course, be areas restricted to staff-only, but that wasn’t really the point. There was still party area for guests. ❛ And ... Like, a wingman or something? I dunno if she’d fall for that kinda thing ... ❜