Prompt arrival was top priority on Aslik's list for the party, namely because Ahlu had been very adamant about arriving on time just as well, which had given Aslik the excuse to ignore his natural desire to be 'fashionably late'. With how often they reminded him that he could easily be the center of attention with his sparkling, flawless maroon suit and black fur collar, he felt it necessary to be there as long as possible, and therefore arrive right on time...
Thank goodness for his Captain.
Upon their arrival, Ahlu felt the need to come across less steely the usual. Something about the atmosphere told them they needed to appear somewhat approachable, otherwise, they may not fit in just right. They'd keep some of their cold demeanor, but they also wouldn't be hesitant to greet anyone with a pleasant, graceful, refined smile and bow, which they had rehearsed hundreds upon hundreds of times in their youth... And, well, it would show.
But when Aslik didn't hesitate even in the slightest to approach the Steevonzons directly without even checking with his Captain for advice, Ahlu rushed over to be at his side, prepared to do any kind of damage control the moment he opened his big mouth.
"Oh, my goodness, hello, hello! Its a delight to see the lot of you!" Aslik said in a voice that Ahlu hated hearing. It was so... fake. At least to them, even if only because they knew better.
Not many guests had arrived just yet, and the Steevenzons had not yet split apart from each other. Albert and Howard were talking when suddenly none other than Ludwig Von Aslik showed up, interrupting their conversation. The two sirs pretended not to hear the obnoxious Glukkon, but Madam Shelley, after pouring herself a glass of wine, grinned and scampered up to him, her heels clacking loudly on the floor. “Ohh hello! You must be Ludwig! You’re even more, ehh… handsome? In person!” She greeted. Expensive jewels were worn on her head to hide the bandages underneath.