closed starter for @aromaticloves ❤
jooha stared at the building before him, glass windows big enough to remain witness of the ongoing party, a deep line setting between his brows. he had listened to his sister and her long — oh sooo long — monologue about how he was not going out enough ("excuse me, how dare i find a millennium-long curse more entertaining than this good for nothing of a world", he had whined, slamming his bedroom door like a child) and so here he was, drinking with almost strangers to appease her concerns.
he at least knew or expected he was not meddling with criminals; her sister and himself had fairly similar standards. some were magic (nearly) like him, others mundane, unaware of who they were truly spending time with. from all he knows, at least. telepathy still was not something he was allowed to brag about.
no need to say that he was exhausted. his most frivolous years were behind him and rare were the occasions where he still indulged into them, if not for a passing life crisis — happens to everyone, immortals included.
"i'm too old for this," he sighed.