Not even the weight of the world could keep Hadama from attending the birthday of the triplets, and he ducked his head to enter the Hanged Man through the door for once, instead of swimming up to the bar in his usual way. There was reason for that: for once, in honor of the occasion, he had worn a shirt - or something close enough to one. A short robe was belted closed, seafoam green and flecked subtly with silver over his usual black leather trousers stitched with silver stars. He was well-bedecked in his usual collection of jewelry, from hair ornament to earrings to armlet, bracelets, and rings, but it was his finger- and toenails that really sparkled with a glittering mani-pedi courtesy of Flora.
He nodded courteously to Jack and Mateo, with a more reserved inclination of his head to Colt before moving towards the bar with an unhurried step, his gaze sweeping the three stars of the party with a twinkle in emerald eyes. "Happy birthday," he rumbled quietly, silently pleased to see even the serious Vesper partaking of the joy of the celebration in his own black-and-silver way. His stoic expression lightened to see Calypso, but it was Nova who drew the hint of a smile to his lips as he lifted the small packages he had brought with a teasing tilt of his head. "Where would you like your gifts?"
He nodded courteously to Jack and Mateo, with a more reserved inclination of his head to Colt before moving towards the bar with an unhurried step, his gaze sweeping the three stars of the party with a twinkle in emerald eyes. "Happy birthday," he rumbled quietly, silently pleased to see even the serious Vesper partaking of the joy of the celebration in his own black-and-silver way. His stoic expression lightened to see Calypso, but it was Nova who drew the hint of a smile to his lips as he lifted the small packages he had brought with a teasing tilt of his head. "Where would you like your gifts?"
