Alaric doesn't exactly stomp in, mostly because he's trying to be stealthy and not doing the best job at it. He's not a fan of balls or anything else that might be held in something described as a ballroom, even if this is technically more of a party or reception. He's ditched both his usual shipboard jumpsuit and lab coat for, well, a fancier lab coat. There's gold embroidery, cut in a more flattering way, and it's a much darker color, but what's important is that it still has all the pockets that a mad scientist or engineer requires.
He would never admit it in a million years, but he's not a fan of meeting new people. It's fine in context of work or, say, an academic conference, but freeform interaction at a party is different. He will begrudgingly acknowledge other people find it a good way to break the ice, but he'd prefer to bond over coffee and disagreements about particle physics. With all that said, he's definitely down for as much cake as he can carry, which turns out to be two carefully balanced platefuls in one hand. The other is occupied with a glass of something red.
Naturally, the most logical place to wallflower and glare menacingly at newcomers has already been taken. Alaric remains unsure of what to think about Jedao; as monsters go he's decidedly unthreatening, which is probably one reason his mass murder surprised everyone.
"Cake?" he asks, gesturing with his plates in Jedao's direction.
[I have gotten super far behind due to dogsitting, so rather than butt into an existing thread I'll go bother the wallflower.]
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Date: 2020-01-13 04:39 am (UTC)He would never admit it in a million years, but he's not a fan of meeting new people. It's fine in context of work or, say, an academic conference, but freeform interaction at a party is different. He will begrudgingly acknowledge other people find it a good way to break the ice, but he'd prefer to bond over coffee and disagreements about particle physics. With all that said, he's definitely down for as much cake as he can carry, which turns out to be two carefully balanced platefuls in one hand. The other is occupied with a glass of something red.
Naturally, the most logical place to wallflower and glare menacingly at newcomers has already been taken. Alaric remains unsure of what to think about Jedao; as monsters go he's decidedly unthreatening, which is probably one reason his mass murder surprised everyone.
"Cake?" he asks, gesturing with his plates in Jedao's direction.
[I have gotten super far behind due to dogsitting, so rather than butt into an existing thread I'll go bother the wallflower.]