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"Man, I haven't been to one of these things in ages," Elio comments, gesturing expansively at the festival, eyes bright with warmth as he takes in the scene in front of him. As far as he's concerned, this is one of the things small towns do best - he loves that these tight-knit communities will find any excuse to come together, and how often that excuse involves some kind of celebration. If only Joja hadn't gotten involved, their stall a blue blemish on the sand that Elio is taking great pains to avoid making eye contact with.

he wasn't bad with people per se, really. he could more than comfortably get through small talk and mingling. he had to, it was a daily part of his job at the museum: showing people around, answering questions, giving tours. he just didn't necessarily seek it out. which was why his presence at the flower dance came to a surprise to many, mostly so to himself.

the first dart he threw at landed near the edge of the board. the second a little closer, and the third even more so. he was admittedly better with a sword. "i have a feeling you're gonna win," he stated as he walked up to the board to retrieve the darts for his opponent. he held them out, a smile adding to his calm demeanour. "what was the bet again?"