Naoya is glad to have a wide-open space again. He kicks off the ground, his gloves stretching around his suddenly elongated fingers and claws, black batlike wings suddenly appearing on his back and a long whiplike tail sprouting from his rear. He hovers off the ground and starts to fly, swooping around the area where they're all situated.
... And for those who look unaware, he grins a suddenly more toothy grin as he reaches into his hammerspace and pulls out some snow, forming a small snowball to pelt the inattentive in the head.
Night 1
But Naoya's not totally a troll all the time, and while he's not the kind of person who likes public displays of mourning he's still lost plenty of people. He moves with his candle through the crowd while trying to find a quiet space. There's almost a stiffness in how he seems to be walking, as if he's mentally far away.
It'll take some time for him to find an approprite spot, out in the cold away from people. He's shivering, but it's all right. It doesn't matter right now. Not to him, at least.
Though someone else might want to check on the very cold-looking man in a green coat. After all, SCAs can only do so much on their own.
Night 2 (cw: drunkeness)
Courage? Naoya doesn't need courage. What he does need is another drink. He stumbles around a bit, searching for some more of that nice whisky that's being served, his face flushed a little red.
"Haven't... been to a party like this in years!" Festivals at home rarely had so much alcohol. Or at least, he had reasons to be restrained at home. Not so much here. "Reminds me of... festival I went to... what was it, a thousand years ago? ... Yeah. Yeah!"
He wobbles through the streets, holding a bottle. He's not the most steady right now, and it's very easy for him to stumble into someone both literally and figuratively.
Day 3
While many people are still asleep, Naoya slips out despite his pounding headache. It's still dark and cold, but it's at least pretty. He wanders about, taking in the quiet...
... And maybe some other people who are early risers as well.
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Naoya is glad to have a wide-open space again. He kicks off the ground, his gloves stretching around his suddenly elongated fingers and claws, black batlike wings suddenly appearing on his back and a long whiplike tail sprouting from his rear. He hovers off the ground and starts to fly, swooping around the area where they're all situated.
... And for those who look unaware, he grins a suddenly more toothy grin as he reaches into his hammerspace and pulls out some snow, forming a small snowball to pelt the inattentive in the head.
Night 1
But Naoya's not totally a troll all the time, and while he's not the kind of person who likes public displays of mourning he's still lost plenty of people. He moves with his candle through the crowd while trying to find a quiet space. There's almost a stiffness in how he seems to be walking, as if he's mentally far away.
It'll take some time for him to find an approprite spot, out in the cold away from people. He's shivering, but it's all right. It doesn't matter right now. Not to him, at least.
Though someone else might want to check on the very cold-looking man in a green coat. After all, SCAs can only do so much on their own.
Night 2 (cw: drunkeness)
Courage? Naoya doesn't need courage. What he does need is another drink. He stumbles around a bit, searching for some more of that nice whisky that's being served, his face flushed a little red.
"Haven't... been to a party like this in years!" Festivals at home rarely had so much alcohol. Or at least, he had reasons to be restrained at home. Not so much here. "Reminds me of... festival I went to... what was it, a thousand years ago? ... Yeah. Yeah!"
He wobbles through the streets, holding a bottle. He's not the most steady right now, and it's very easy for him to stumble into someone both literally and figuratively.
Day 3
While many people are still asleep, Naoya slips out despite his pounding headache. It's still dark and cold, but it's at least pretty. He wanders about, taking in the quiet...
... And maybe some other people who are early risers as well.