// closed starter for @lostsovl re: eden
"Unchaperoned upon a Friday's eve--?"
"Gods, me too," the dramatically bemoaned sigh comes closely over Valeries' well-dressed shoulder, its perpretator shortly leaning into her peripheral vision; in the midst of the patron herd and a chorus of ambient conversation loosened with each lapping of the clock, the avian appears as though from nowhere - an unvited guest, in more than one sense of the term - to take his place beside his mistress. Not quite a perching on her shoulder but just as comfortably snug in the figurative, if Havar is cognizant of the fact he that he looks quite the ways stripped down compared to her (in patterned breeches and a single, liberally unbottoned shirt) he plays it off, tipping his head down with a quirk and brushing an elboy toyingly against her own.
"You look as though you've lost something, raudr. "