"This getup is weird. Who are you, what'd you do with Silas?" Tattooed fingers take the beer he's handed, brown eyes rolling at the young woman's words. "No I'm serious, it's fuckin' weird, did you get body-snatched?"
"Yeah. Sorry you had to find out this way, Big W, the pod people just really can't vibe with 'slutty tech twink' to keep up the facade." it's Wren's turn to roll her eyes, Cyan pausing to take a drink and scan the crowd. He takes notes, Felix and Aya's locations in the crowd- Sissy and GiGi, Russell and Reggie- friends and family made mental note of- eventually, he realizes his checklist has been completed, save for one person- only to adjust his scan downward to include shorter people and take a moment to recognize the back of her head beside Aya floating around in the lake.
If he's honest, Cyan isn't exactly prepared to endure Aya's opinions on his choices, friends, and this outfit in particular- but he figures he can probably stand to expose Aiko to the circus that is part of the band-so after a moment to take another drink and sit it aside, he sticks two fingers in his mouth, whistling sharply to get her attention. "I see how it is, buddying up with Aya for the event and not even telling me you guys are coming? I'm wounded, Baby bird."
"Christ, you've never sounded more like my dad." Wren snorts, rolling her eyes. "Maybe you did actually get body snatched by a version a' yourself from the hollers."
"If you ever say that again I'm going to start hanging out with him for real, and start talking in fun, jaunty southernisms. Aiko! C'mere a second!" He beckons again.
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