[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Royal Ball
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] Tyaethe [@Raineh Daze] Fionn [@The Otter]
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	Lein's head spun as he too what felt like his first proper breath in the day, blood finally being allowed to rush into his head. It felt like all his arteries decided to flow the wrong way, and he gave an involuntary shiver like a dog that was just doused with cold water. Not pulling this trick again, if it meant he had to wear a corset like that. Or was it Cecil pulling one over him? [color=orange]"You're a real one, Fionn."[/color] Lein mumbled in Veltian. [color=orange]"You guessed right the first time, I only break out these clown outfits for special foolery like these." [/color]

The Hundi's tail wagged as he watched for Fionn's reaction with an almost childish style of mischief. [color=orange]"Really would rather just leave with the whole banquet table - but it's better than staring at a wine glass all day waiting to be harangued by some pretentious old melter, yeah?"[/color]

	Lein squirmed just to make sure his dress was on properly. The corset loosening alone puffed Lein up, though it still preserved a decent exaggeration of Lein's figure. He briefly pulled out a stretch of fabric hidden tightly within the folds of his dress - a piece of rich navy seafarer's jacket - and tucked it right back in. All good. Pretty would never use it now, but a good magician always needed an exit plan.

	Lein mulled Fionn's suggestion over. Fleuri? Didn't get to talk with him much at the [i]Frame[/i], and Fionn here seemed pretty much... well, he kind of bricked any sort of teasing. Helpful? Certainly - but not roused to quite the degree he was aiming for. He was more the master of ceremonies than the audience. Patting on Fionn's alarmingly solid chest, Lein's accent shifting gears back into character indicated that he had already accepted Fionn's directions. [color=orange]"My, and what if I wanted to dance with you, handsome? You would pass up such an opportunity to a fellow man of faith instead? What camaraderie. Very well - my mode of vengeance would be to make you regret passing up such a fine opportunity."[/color]

	Whatever nerve Tyaethe tried to pull or ward him against in her glare, Lein's expression belied nothing. Instead, he was merely pleasant, cordiality reflecting none of the cheek directed at him. [color=orange]"I am pleased to see I am entertaining enough to warrant such concerns from you, Dame Tyaethe. But given our mutual distaste for high gossip, you needn't worry any further trouble from me. I truly do wish you have a wonderful evening tonight."[/color]