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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala[/u][/b]

Well, they were here. The grandeur of the event was apparent and only served to rekindle his discomfort, but at least they were still unnoticed. It would’ve been worse if the music stopped and everyone paused to look at the Pride… Ugh. Lute was about to suggest that they go search for Tobias to thank him for the invitation since that was what he thought a guest should do upon arriving at an event, but Dylan didn’t seem too warm with any idea concerning their host. The artist even gave them a warning, one which Lucien happily complied to, but if the virtuoso was being honest the girls were more than capable of protecting themselves. [i]‘It’s [b]us[/b] that need protecting,’[/i] Lute thought as he watched Lucien tug at his panda flaps while glancing around in excitement. Gods preserve them.

The summoner then pulled him and Syed close, their faces squishing against each other so much that Lute’s mask moved out of place. He quickly pulled it back and listened to Lucien’s proposition, unable to get a word in edgewise since the boy was so fired up with his idea. “A ‘babe hunt’?” Lute narrowed his eyes and imagined the three of them yelling while running after some poor girl. He didn’t know Lucien was into that kind of activity. Delilah quickly corrected his false assumption and the virtuoso turned pink under his golden mask, his eyes seeking out Syed to gauge the man’s reaction. “Hahaha… ha,” He laughed weakly but the summoner stared at him. Like really stared. Waiting for an answer.

“But we’ve already got babes here!” Lute gestured to the girls in their group. “Oh yeah, speaking of, one of them just called me over! Thanks for the offer, Lucy! It’s really sweet! Good luck to you two!” The virtuoso intentionally talked louder than normal as he retreated over to Aria’s side, where the summoner would probably not pay attention to him anymore. “Whew, glad I escaped that pickle. Say, Aria, if I drink one of those, will I get drunk?” He tapped her by the shoulder and gestured at the waiter with his tray of champagne glasses. His eyes wandered over to the dance floor and Lute winced. “Looks like your type of scene. Are you going to try it out?” It would be uncomfortable if he hung about while she went off to dance, so the virtuoso looked at his longtime friend, awaiting her response.