Another formal event, and for once Cyrus had the option of skipping out of it if he truly desired, and yet the client still found himself dressed up. This was different, this was a social event for relaxation, not something he had to do to mingle and rub elbows for the greater good of his Father’s future. The weight lifted from his shoulders the moment he slid into the room, still unsure of where to stand or who to speak to- as he only knew a select few in the Haus still. Already a bit hot, he pulled the fitted grey jacket from his body, knowing that the suggested color for the event had been black. He hadn’t brought much attire to the Haus in his short sporadic visits, so the suit was the one piece of attire that seemed to be appropriate for the event.
There was a small tick of a reminder in the back of his head to grab something black next time he visited home, or perhaps instead- he would just go buy something knew and avoid breaking off his vacation away so early. Cyrus shifted his weight as he looked around him, reaching for a glass of wine on the table, his fingers barely missing it as he fell over, “Dammit...” he cursed quickly as he tried to grab a napkin to clear the mess, trying to avoid looking around in hops that no one saw the small accident.”Smooth, Cy...”
