01-21-2020, 02:21 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Kazuhira had asked for classy, something low-key - a dinner party, maybe, or some kind of inter-clan meet and greet. This was... The exact opposite of that. Feza was prone to misinterpretation, he was starting to learn. If he wanted things done right, he ought to have done the task himself, but in reality he wasn't sure what else to give her - an ally event wasn't really on the forefront of his mind until she asked for something to do. And Feza only seemed to care about festivities, even if she rigidly adhered to her own guidelines. He sidesteps a cluster of paper confetti that had gathered by the door.
She looks exhausted, which strikes him as unprecedented. Feza always seemed to be a well of positivity, however naive; the unfamiliar look of forced friendliness on her face borders on unnerving. He surveys the tavern, tries to find the right words, and fails to come up with anything that wouldn't completely destroy her confidence (however artificial it was). "Ah," Had she always been so tired? He isn't sure what to make of all this anymore. He musters up, "Good job on the party."
It's good enough. She completed the task, which was more than he could say for the others he'd assigned work to. He'd sit back and mingle, take a night off for once. He'd never traveled to the Typhoon yet, so it was an opportunity to establish connections in the seafaring clan. Kaz gives a small nod of acknowledgement towards Roxanne. "Welcome to Tanglewood, ma'am. We're happy to have you."
She looks exhausted, which strikes him as unprecedented. Feza always seemed to be a well of positivity, however naive; the unfamiliar look of forced friendliness on her face borders on unnerving. He surveys the tavern, tries to find the right words, and fails to come up with anything that wouldn't completely destroy her confidence (however artificial it was). "Ah," Had she always been so tired? He isn't sure what to make of all this anymore. He musters up, "Good job on the party."
It's good enough. She completed the task, which was more than he could say for the others he'd assigned work to. He'd sit back and mingle, take a night off for once. He'd never traveled to the Typhoon yet, so it was an opportunity to establish connections in the seafaring clan. Kaz gives a small nod of acknowledgement towards Roxanne. "Welcome to Tanglewood, ma'am. We're happy to have you."
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG