Vinzent’s entrance upon this car was both a welcome change and… Whatever the hell he was experiencing right now.
This simply won’t do. Huh.
Before he could react, he soon understood what this was about.
Shit. Fuck. Well, he was left without a choice! : D And hiding his identity… What? What is this?
… Maybe. Maybe this was welcome temporarily. While Vinzent will most likely be recognizable to his fellow passengers, he hoped he won’t risk anything stupid any more for this particular car.
Normally, he would like to tear his clothes but considering the whole thematic right now…? Yeah, no. He can live with this for a moment. This isn’t the worst thing in the world. Just… Bizzare.
But still, to wear the mask to protect his own life if the denizens realized he was a passenger? This is just fucked up. He wouldn’t have minded to dress fancier without the threat of his life over his head, thank you very much!
In any case, he genuinely made no attempt to approach anyone willingly. So off he went to the ballroom, it’s wide, there’s plenty of room and… At least he could be alone for a moment. Touching his newly attached ponytail, he brushed his hair, looking around the area carefully.
… Right, his own cool punk boots have been traded for fancy shoes, bringing his height down to normal ™.
Fun. Well, on the flipside if he had to dance, he won’t risk tripping.
Oh well. Adapt and overcome this. As ridiculously fancy this car is… It’s still genuinely not the worst thing in the world. Especially for now.
His emotions are still a mess… He doesn’t know how to… Deal with it properly without making a scene.
If it was anywhere but a bal, Vinzent would have written so much or tearing stuff aggressively…
And yet he can’t. Here. But there’s only one person he still wants to talk to. Or just… Hang out with. Whatever. He doesn’t want to end up lonely, despite taking his distances in general.
So, time for internal constant swearing while putting on a calm mask. He has been doing this in the past, he can do this now still.
(He’s tired.)
