“i’m sorry, i just can’t help being a little jealous” (Robert)

“I love it when you wear tight clothes.” (Eddie)

      Despite being the third time doing so within the last ten minutes, Adrik continues to readjust his dark grey silk tie in the mirror ahead of him. He wanted nothing more than to blend in comfortably with crowd of masked faces in the next room that continued to grow as each minute passed. For a high end charity gala he was surprised by the loud crowd; the laughter spilled into the room he was in, the booming classical music filled his ears, the sight near him was nothing short of something that like a ball in the early 19th century. The sound of people purely enjoying themselves without refrain due to perhaps their anonymity, it was almost overwhelming. Adrik cleared his throat and took one last look at himself. The man who gazed back at him in the reflection looked somehow different -- he looked tired, hungry. Adrik ignored the feelings of inane hunger that dwelled within and focused on the gala. With hardly any hesitation, he plucked the dark gold and inky black mast off the vanity and slid it on. Vivid cobalt coloured eyes stared back at him as he smoothed back his obsidian hair, he was now one of them, and he felt normal. Without a second thought, he then walked out of the room and out towards the main floor. 

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