While Faye seemed to be rather enamored with their facility, Val could have cared less. He didn't take the time to admire the colors and the strong scent of the candles did well to override his own senses and mask whatever it was they might have been hiding. ..At least, that's the first thing that caught Val's attention. As they wandered about, he kept himself close to her. He felt far too vulnerable in his attire to ever feel comfortable in a stranger's home.Â
He hated it here. The food looked like something his food ate, the mathematics confused him, the smells made him feel light-headed, and there were far too many people around for his tastes. Uncomfortable went nowhere near how it all made him feel. Then again, none of this was really for him. He was only here as acting guardian and chaperone for Miss Covington, and thus kept his opinions and comments to himself.Â
He did notice the drinks being carried out and the man that carried them. Moreso did he recognize the hint of that slip-up. He narrowed his eyes at the Elezen and pointedly stared at the cups as they were being poured. Did they look discolored? Did they have a strange scent to them? He couldn't tell with all of these damnable candles. He silently accepted Faye's offer, but only because he knew the lady would fuss at him should he refuse. They'd been together long enough for him to know that much, and thus knew that arguing with her was either a losing battle or would provoke her anger.Â
He all but fell down onto the couch next to the lady with little to no grace involved in the movement. As he was so often used to, the Seeker's arm curled about her waist and almost possessively pulled her against him, as if to give a silent statement to all of those present. His free hand remained awkwardly at his lap, unsure of what he should do with it. His tail curled up to rest off to the side so as not to be smashed between himself and Faye, and those furry ears remained perked high into the air. The only thing regal about the Seeker seemed to be his rather straightened posture as he sat, though that was likely because he was on edge and ready to move at a moment's notice.
He hated it here. The food looked like something his food ate, the mathematics confused him, the smells made him feel light-headed, and there were far too many people around for his tastes. Uncomfortable went nowhere near how it all made him feel. Then again, none of this was really for him. He was only here as acting guardian and chaperone for Miss Covington, and thus kept his opinions and comments to himself.Â
He did notice the drinks being carried out and the man that carried them. Moreso did he recognize the hint of that slip-up. He narrowed his eyes at the Elezen and pointedly stared at the cups as they were being poured. Did they look discolored? Did they have a strange scent to them? He couldn't tell with all of these damnable candles. He silently accepted Faye's offer, but only because he knew the lady would fuss at him should he refuse. They'd been together long enough for him to know that much, and thus knew that arguing with her was either a losing battle or would provoke her anger.Â
He all but fell down onto the couch next to the lady with little to no grace involved in the movement. As he was so often used to, the Seeker's arm curled about her waist and almost possessively pulled her against him, as if to give a silent statement to all of those present. His free hand remained awkwardly at his lap, unsure of what he should do with it. His tail curled up to rest off to the side so as not to be smashed between himself and Faye, and those furry ears remained perked high into the air. The only thing regal about the Seeker seemed to be his rather straightened posture as he sat, though that was likely because he was on edge and ready to move at a moment's notice.