12-26-2018, 12:13 AM
Clarence was very familiar with parties. He'd had to attend plenty in his own time, in order to keep up a good family image and remain involved with the community. There was no reason to allow their suspicions to grow, after all. Still, it'd never really been an option for him to not attend a party. The food was good, sure, and the orchestra was always wonderful. That was his favorite part; the music. Often he'd wait for one of the members to go on break and then speak with them rather than the actual attendees of the party. While London did many things right, he wasn't much of a fan of conversation among the social elite. It was so... pretentious and unaware of itself. How many times did they have to debate the rule of the current monarch before they actually did something about their problems? And heaven forbid they ever actually tried to help anyone. It was all hypocritical and more frustrating than he knew how to express, so he stayed away from it. He felt like this one might be different, though. This time he would likely actually enjoy the company of the attendees. While things were difficult in this new world, he'd been fortunate to find some new friends and he was more than happy to spend some time with them around the holidays. In fact, it was a welcome reprieve from his own struggles. So, he arrived at the party with his new bow tie on and with a light smile on his maw as he noticed Atticus with what he now knew to be Santa's hat and a mug of hot chocolate. He approached the Seraph with a light smile, speaking, "This is lovely, Atticus. Thank you for putting it all together. The food smells wonderful. Did you make it all yourself?"
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