closed: ​@theundertakcr​​ location: ballroom timeline: early evening
As he listens to Mr. Ashton, Toshiro rubs his thumb and forefinger against each other, a tell of nervous energy he has not held since he began as a vigilante.
Most of his two hour ride was spent tracking which trails were taken, peeking at the landscapes and feeling the sway of the carriage. The mental map wouldn’t be of much help, but it was better than nothing should something happen. And he’s certain something will. Yours in good faith means little when he’s witnessed the worst in people.
But as Mr. Ashton opens his home to the festivities, Toshiro casts his gaze across the crowd again, trying to connect names to faces. He doesn’t stop until he sees a familiar figure. And he should keep alert, remain vigilant, but his focus narrows and his feet carry him toward one of the few he deems a friend.
“Rahat,” he calls once he draws closer, gently removing his mask for the other to recognize him. “I didn’t realize you were invited, but what a relief you were.”
