A festival was going on that seem to bring all kinds of people together. It was very reminiscent to a story that had pass. One that could have been filled with people enjoying themselves. Having fun. Playing music while having tea and cake. A time that could never happen, but it must have in a different story line with everyone. At least Leo would like to believe so. He was sure that everyone would have had a grand time with such a ridiculous tea party that Oz would have conducted.
Though looking among the crowd, there was one person that seems to stand out from everyone. Not because of the outfit. Not because of the hair color, or hair length. It was something that drew Leo in- a sense of familiarity that came over to see the blonde among the crowd. Or lack of a better word, attempting to remove himself from the crowd.
Without missing any kind of beat, Leo follow close by before grabbing the other’s attention. Despite his creepy and sadistic nature, Vincent was still his servant. Taking in a breath, he had to remind the other (as well as the other in his mind) who was in charge of the Baskervilles.
“Are you just going to walk away from a crowd like that? Without an attempt to dance with someone here? What sort of servant are you to just leave in the middle of a festival you dragged yourself into.”