What in the fuck is this mess? It's not the first time he's woken up somewhere he's not supposed to be, but usually it's... tied up or beaten up or something more akin to that. Not... at some kind of party where he's being treated like he's supposed to be here, like some sort of guest. While most might actually shrug and take the hospitality, the imp (all 5'3" of him) is seeming far more concerned about all of this. His long tail flicking behind him and the sound of rattling more suited to a rattlesnake the only thing to be heard from him.
One clawed hand moves to check his boot for something and, relieved at whatever it is is there, moves to adjust his cowboy hat with a low mixture of a huff and sigh. He is hungry and these foods look normal enough even with how Hell tends to do things. "Dunno what the fuck anyone would be celebrating with a Hellborn, but at least it's better than the last time I ended up somewhere while asleep..." he mutters under his breath, not seeming particularly bothered if someone hears him.
Dancing
While he might be considered as a "hick" for being from Wrath, someone at least has the understanding of how to blend into society as needed. Or just being bored and learning random things during his downtime. Which is why some poor sap may be finding the imp showing far too sharp teeth with a proper grin, one hand holding his hat close to his chest in a small bow. "You wanna dance? Promise I ain't gonna step on your feet." Considering his shoes seem more like cowboy boots with a sharp tip and sharp heel... it might be worth considering.
Flowers
How he managed to get that dahlia attached to his stupid leather vest of all things is anyone's guess but he oddly doesn't seem particularly bothered by this fact. He's been through and done worse than some stupid flower, right? There's a little niggling in the back of his mind that there's someone he has to find in the crowd, but for now he's doing a great job of keeping it on the backburner as he wanders through the party like someone who's used to making sure they aren't seen, heard, or felt.
Not that it stops him from pausing on the outskirts of the party to take a deep breath to get away from the loudest parts of the music and talk, clawed hand rubbing at his face. Gatherings aren't much his forte and around seemingly so many humans of all things? Ugh.
Striker | Helluva Boss
Party
What in the fuck is this mess? It's not the first time he's woken up somewhere he's not supposed to be, but usually it's... tied up or beaten up or something more akin to that. Not... at some kind of party where he's being treated like he's supposed to be here, like some sort of guest. While most might actually shrug and take the hospitality, the imp (all 5'3" of him) is seeming far more concerned about all of this. His long tail flicking behind him and the sound of rattling more suited to a rattlesnake the only thing to be heard from him.
One clawed hand moves to check his boot for something and, relieved at whatever it is is there, moves to adjust his cowboy hat with a low mixture of a huff and sigh. He is hungry and these foods look normal enough even with how Hell tends to do things. "Dunno what the fuck anyone would be celebrating with a Hellborn, but at least it's better than the last time I ended up somewhere while asleep..." he mutters under his breath, not seeming particularly bothered if someone hears him.
Dancing
While he might be considered as a "hick" for being from Wrath, someone at least has the understanding of how to blend into society as needed. Or just being bored and learning random things during his downtime. Which is why some poor sap may be finding the imp showing far too sharp teeth with a proper grin, one hand holding his hat close to his chest in a small bow. "You wanna dance? Promise I ain't gonna step on your feet." Considering his shoes seem more like cowboy boots with a sharp tip and sharp heel... it might be worth considering.
Flowers
How he managed to get that dahlia attached to his stupid leather vest of all things is anyone's guess but he oddly doesn't seem particularly bothered by this fact. He's been through and done worse than some stupid flower, right? There's a little niggling in the back of his mind that there's someone he has to find in the crowd, but for now he's doing a great job of keeping it on the backburner as he wanders through the party like someone who's used to making sure they aren't seen, heard, or felt.
Not that it stops him from pausing on the outskirts of the party to take a deep breath to get away from the loudest parts of the music and talk, clawed hand rubbing at his face. Gatherings aren't much his forte and around seemingly so many humans of all things? Ugh.