[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OEh1rTU.png[/img][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: Evening
Location: Masquerade Ball: Damien Estate
Interactions: Charlotte [@princess] and definitely not Kazu ??? [@samreaper]
Daily Misfortune: An annoyingly high-pitched voice and random fits of laughter.
Predictable Costume: [url=https://i.imgur.com/tLePxA5.jpg]Leo the Lion[/url][/color][/center]
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From beneath the golden visage of the lion mask, a pair of human eyes brightened at the sound of a familiar voice. [color=B8FC03]“When walking into a lion’s den, dress accordingly.”[/color] A voice that was most unbecoming of a lion mused from beneath the mask. 

[color=B8FC03]“Charlotte,”[/color] Leo dropped into a graceful bow, as if in the presence of true royalty and not simply an equal dressed as fae royalty. [color=B8FC03]“Or should I say Your Grace, I appear to be in the presence of a fairy queen?”[/color] He said it like a question but the wings were enough of a clue for the amateur detective. The unnatural pitch of his voice, a constant source of agitation throughout the day, caused him to pause and clear his throat despite knowing it cured nothing. [color=B8FC03]“I also seem to have picked up an odd cold, maybe an allergy to Sorian’s climate.”[/color] He added with a shrug. It was nothing. It would be an awkward and somewhat humorous story in no time. Leo just had to keep reminding himself of that. 

Before he could add anything else a servant approached and had the nerve to make an attempt to exchange pleasantries. The compliment toward his slippers was met with an obscured raise of an eyebrow. If a servant approved of his slippers, they were the wrong choice for tonight. [color=9AF781][i]Shit, should’ve tried to squeeze in a shopping trip.[/i][/color] Leo mentally kicked himself for the mistake. He said nothing to the servant but took one of the offered glasses of bubbly wine. 

[color=B8FC03]“Offly chatty servant.”[/color] Leo noted once the man had gone. [color=B8FC03]“Dreadful excuse for a mustache too. Here I thought it was only the palace that scrapped up servants from the bottom of the barrel.”[/color] He whispered it with a slight chuckle. [color=B8FC03]“Ah, and look, now Count Hendrix is chatting up the servant.”[/color] There was obvious disapproval in his tone, mismatched with the cartoonishly squeaky voice. 

His eyes moved to Count Damien as he entered the masquerade. [color=B8FC03]“Speaking of mystery, I caught some strange observations at today’s tea party.”[/color] Leo, intended to pause, a comment on the ridiculous glasses Hendrix had taken to wearing caught in his throat, and instead the dreadful uncontrollable giggle fit manifested itself once again. The uproarious fit of laughter from a lion-masked guest quickly followed Count Damien’s entrance. [/color]