The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
He'd busied himself with gathering plates of food, a few pieces wrapped up and put into his pockets to bring home to Goose later, although Ludo saw fit to pilfer those without his notice. Goose would absolutely go into a fit later about it, smelling the residual promise on Iskra's clothes. For now though, he's content with his own plate of goods, and finds himself drifting towards Deimos, though he never quite breaks into the conversation between the Sword and the Alys before Melita returns.
She seems in a better mood now, as if a vampire who must feed not on blood but chaos, and now satiated has discovered she'd been nothing but hypoglycemic the entire time. "Impressive restraint, I figured there'd be at least one yelp from the crowd." He grins around a strawberry as he pops it into his mouth, quietly extending a plate he'd arranged just for her, in case she wanted it. "What did you get up to?" he asks, 'brow rising. "Heard a few people gasping when they'd go for a drink."
She seems in a better mood now, as if a vampire who must feed not on blood but chaos, and now satiated has discovered she'd been nothing but hypoglycemic the entire time. "Impressive restraint, I figured there'd be at least one yelp from the crowd." He grins around a strawberry as he pops it into his mouth, quietly extending a plate he'd arranged just for her, in case she wanted it. "What did you get up to?" he asks, 'brow rising. "Heard a few people gasping when they'd go for a drink."
Iskra
I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off
