no rest for the wicked// peri + matthew
(( @killing-joy continued from here! ))
Partying and dancing wasn’t really her thing. A shameful thing, given that pretty much everyone and their retainers (and that ninja guy, Ryoma’s) knew how to dance, and were probably still doing so, only using the balcony when they needed to retreat from such a place. Even from up there, she could listen to the music, the music group playing for what seemed to be an eternity.
And quickly, she turned around when she felt someone, moving a hand to her hip. She found a familiar face behind a suit; or, well, wearing one, which was even stranger. Peri couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“You know… of all things, I didn’t think you were invited or gonna wear a suit.”
And just like that, his easy smile faded just a notch. He'd not known exactly what manner of greeting he might have been expecting after last they parted ways, but... this wasn't it.
Not even a ‘hello.’
Moving to the balcony beside her, he set his arms on the railing and glanced up at the sky, then at the bonfires and wild throngs of people down below. “It almost feels as though all the realms have been invited, really...” His eyes flicked up to Peri, his gaze questioning. "And I can clean up, sometimes," he said, quiet, almost pensive.
He shrugged, noncommittal. "I even managed a dance or two, I'll have you know, but... needed to duck out a moment, take a breather.” Collect his thoughts. Maybe collect another drink, too. “What brings you out here, away from the party?"
