Sefton looked around in confusion, trying to understand the hows and the whys of what had just happened. Not only was he in a strange place that he was more than ready to check out, he was wearing a mask and some sort of suit. Black, with a deep blue undershirt, golden accents along the lapels and cuffs, and small richly colored beads to add to the image of royalty. His wings felt slightly weighted down and, when he turned to look, he saw a thin golden chain draped along them, accentuating the grayblue feathers.
Reaching up to take his mask off, he noticed his hair was somewhat styled, which was almost as surprising as anything else. Had nothing been left alone? Shaking his head, he took the mask and gave it an interested look before placing it back on his face and carefully moving further into the room.
At that moment, it didn't even occur to him to look for an exit.
Aimery would've recognized that hair anywhere, even if it looked neat for once. Sefton hadn't had wings last time they met, but given the amount of wings that had sprouted, that was not as surprising as it should have been. The boy cleaned up quite well actually; here he was a handsome young man, a far cry from the muddy, sneezing child he'd found in the rain.
It was difficult to not just stalk him through the crowd then appear next to him. Aimery managed though and only loitered nearby for a few seconds before approaching. He clasped his hands in front of himself and moved to stand next to Sefton, not hiding the sound of his footfalls.
"So you're skipping work to come party, I see," he asked with not a trace of displeasure in his voice. Combined with his mask, he doubted even Bleutop le Grouchypants could take it as a serious dressing down.
Sefton turned toward Aimery, made sure there was enough room between them (while also eyeing that outfit), and rolled his eyes. "So're you," he pointed out.
"Ah but I am the boss, I can do that," Aimery returned, accompanied by a slightly smug smile and a knowing nod. "Don't worry though, I won't tell your employer."
"Is it really an example if the employees are doing it first?" He shrugged dismissively, lifting his glass of wine to his lips for a quick sip. "No matter, parties make for happy employees and a happy employee is a good employee, which makes for a happy boss. As does this party. A very good circle, I think."
"Even parties with forced attendance?" Not that Sefton was complaining - something about this party made it easy for him to want to stay, to look around. Aimery didn't need to know that, though.
"Well, the unpaid ones aren't technically employees. They're just homeless people who are helping out. But you know what? I think I would invite them, were I to have a mandatory party."
Aimery raised one eyebrow, though Sefton was very unlikely to see it, and sipped at his drink for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything else. When an 'I'm kidding' didn't come, he answered, "Do you think they have something better to do?"
This was... different.
Sefton looked around in confusion, trying to understand the hows and the whys of what had just happened. Not only was he in a strange place that he was more than ready to check out, he was wearing a mask and some sort of suit. Black, with a deep blue undershirt, golden accents along the lapels and cuffs, and small richly colored beads to add to the image of royalty. His wings felt slightly weighted down and, when he turned to look, he saw a thin golden chain draped along them, accentuating the grayblue feathers.
Reaching up to take his mask off, he noticed his hair was somewhat styled, which was almost as surprising as anything else. Had nothing been left alone? Shaking his head, he took the mask and gave it an interested look before placing it back on his face and carefully moving further into the room.
At that moment, it didn't even occur to him to look for an exit.
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It was difficult to not just stalk him through the crowd then appear next to him. Aimery managed though and only loitered nearby for a few seconds before approaching. He clasped his hands in front of himself and moved to stand next to Sefton, not hiding the sound of his footfalls.
"So you're skipping work to come party, I see," he asked with not a trace of displeasure in his voice. Combined with his mask, he doubted even Bleutop le Grouchypants could take it as a serious dressing down.
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