⊰☠⊱ — Something obscured his sight, met with only a dark mass. Brows furrowed, pursing his lips as he impatiently waited to move elsewhere. This person-- woman, judging from the feminine fragrance she gave off was a little too close for comfort. Not one to be fond of his personal space being invaded, even if it was unintentional, he was losing his patience. After all, that was something he lacked.
Despite donning his usual aloof demeanor, his features contorted though at a very gradual pace. It all began with the impatient tapping of his shoes, then his arms folded across his chest. Seeing no change in her stance, she would occasionally vigorously search around the ballroom, the phlegmatic Tagged's eyes narrowed a bit-- boring holes at the back of his head. At this point, Nicolas resembled an impatient child ready to go off but was trying oh-so very hard to contain himself.
Even though he didn't want to be anywhere near the ball, he was mildly curious about the dancing-- mentally taking notes on how each individual move, though he was a bit more taken aback from the way some of the adolescents danced. Their parents would have fainted by such a display, probably. But he was unable to observe because someone decided to stand right in front of him and even if he was able to go somewhere, he was already comfortable with the place he picked to lurk at.
And that's when it happened, a growl reverberated from the deaf Tagged from all the pent-up impatience-- causing Nicolas to immediately purse his lips, gnashing his teeth. Here's to hoping he didn't frighten the woman...
Man, it wasn't even a big deal though.. that this woman was in his way.. He was just already annoyed from being at the ball and having no power to leave. Not to mention he was getting all sweaty due to the formal wear and mask he was currently wearing. He just didn't mesh well with crowds and social events like these.