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[right][sub]Location: The pastry table -> Next to king Alixandre (wherever he is)
Interactions: Kazumin Nagasa [@samreaper],Thea [@Tae], King Alixandre and Queen Rosa [@princess][/sub][/right][hr]
That nostalgic feeling of his first royal party soon dissipated the moment he actually witnessed this man's table manners. Ok, his first time at parties was pretty awkward too, but never this messy. John was not exactly impressed by the sloppiness of this man's appearance as a whole. It didn't feel like he was wearing clothes, but the clothes were wearing him. His hair's a mess too, but all of that wouldn't bother the doctor so much if not for his haphazard chewing and coughing. For the love of everything that is holy, do not cough into your fist! That's where you touch everything! 

Yeah, this man definitely had never attended an upper-class party before, but at least he admitted it. Frankly, after reeling in his instinctual disdain acquired from his experience as a medical doctor, John couldn't really fault the man too much if this was his first time. "No worries. I sometimes joke that chefs are wizards in disguise. They truly do some magical work." He replied with a genuine smile, hoping to dispel his previous annoyed side-glance that came before it. 

The two of them spent a moment just getting to know each other, and John savoring a bit more of Caesonia pastries in the meantime. Soon, lady Thea approached both of them with almost sweet greetings that he knew were reserved just for this country doctor. [i]Almost[/i] sweet because it wasn't exactly as lovey-dovey as a total stranger might misconstrue. Quite the opposite in fact. Out of literally every single problematic patient he had, Lady Thea is the one who created the most headache for him. And no, she didn't have anything serious. 

[color=5486ae]"Hey, Thea."[/color] John replied to her conspicuously informally. [color=5486ae]"I'd love a glass, but I don't want the duchess to take this as supporting your habits..."[/color] Yes, nothing serious, but it will be soon if she doesn't change. [color=5486ae]"Drink moderately, ok?"[/color] He said softly to her, if not genuinely out of worry and kindness for her, it is to keep her from taking over his room later on with a vomit. And this came from nothing but personal experience. The trauma ran deep in his arteries.

Soon, the main guests of the party, the Alidasht sultans and his shezadies, made their way into the ballroom, in what could possibly be described as...inconsiderate pomposity. Pets are one thing, but to get them to basically rip apart everyone's eardrums like that on purpose doesn't really impress the doctor too much. Rumors about them turned out to be quite true. But well, his feelings didn't matter too much in the end but rather the monarchs and nobles. They are the ones who make the policies, who build civilization. He is just some random doctor who saves lives one at a time. 

Nevertheless, the man who eventually introduced himself as Kazumin Nagasa did say something that caught John's attention. Is it a tiger that just roared? The doctor let his head lay briefly on the tip of his fingers as he studied the creature that accompanied the beautiful Shehzadi. If his memories served him right, and actually right this time, the Royal Institute did have an observation on an extremely rare quoted [i]dark colored melanistic[/i] variant of the tigers, but that was like a hundred years ago. Never again had science sighted one of these creatures again. [color=5486ae]"I believe so..."[/color] John replied to Kazumin unassumingly. Or it could be something else, he didn't know. Now it was his turn to be lost in curiosity, at the behest of that creature and their owner's mysterious aura, temporarily brought back when the Kazumin offered him a handshake.

[color=5486ae]"Oh, uhh...John. I'm John Williamson. Glad to meet you."[/color] He nodded and graciously accepted the handshake, his eyes still held captive to that black tiger. It was only until another appearance truly tore him back down to reality. And not a good one either...

He felt pain. From the collapse of that entire parade to the overdosed amount of second-hand embarrassment. He couldn't help but wince at such a display. John would have felt bad for the duke if it hadn't been for his amazement at his feat of somehow phenomenally destroying both kingdoms' reputations in a span of a few seconds. He really thought that was physically impossible. 

[color=5486ae]"Sorry Mr Nagasa and Thea, I have to head off for a bit. I'm happy to see you both and I'll talk to you two later."[/color] John excused himself as he headed off in the direction of the commotion. Regardless of how he felt about the political fiasco that happened, people did literally fall five feet down onto the ground. That kind of fall would hurt and even be fatal if in the wrong posture. John felt the instant need to be assessing the situation, but knew that egos were also severely damaged in the process. [b]A lot[/b] of egos. He wouldn't want to touch that hot scalpel right now. So John made his way to the Varian monarchs instead. He went to one of the Varian guards at the side, away from the commotion, letting him recognize the doctor for a brief second before letting him approach the monarchs from behind almost freely. John stopped at a courteous distance from them, before giving them a bow, not exactly what you would typically use to greet a ruler, but the respect was given and likely understood. 

[color=5486ae]"Your Majesty, please let me know if my expertise is needed,"[/color] John said, implicitly suggesting to the Camille family that if they wanted to offer the Sultans his help, they are free to do so. If not, he would simply be around close by watching.