[Silver remains something of a silent companion, glaring at the occasional partygoer who seems intent on getting a little too close to Malleus. the place is a bit... loose, if the man says so, but he only thinks it to himself. this is one of the many things he's at least certain that Malleus can make his own decisions regarding, and letting him have a little freedom and fun? that's worth the faint itch of uncertainty.
which, of course, brings him to needing to change. he offers the party host a gracious thanks before following Malleus to the room - a walk where he tries very hard to ignore the sheer amount of... passionate displays happening around. when Malleus turns back to him, Silver nods at his words.]
Of course. It won't take me long - and water is fine for me. It would not do to accidentally imbibe when I'm your driver.
[with that, he slips past his charge to the bathroom, taking one last glance back before shutting the door. it's a relatively simple affair with the quality of costume, and though it's perhaps a little too long in the leg, he can simply overlap the extra and hide them in the boots.
it's only a few minutes, thereby, before he's slipping out of the bathroom with his other clothes neatly folded. Malleus may not yet be in sight, but he'll be able to find him pretty easily, he suspects - and it gives time to find where he can safely store his clothes beforehand. party hat in hand, now that he's wearing his equally silly little crown, there's just a moment taken to breathe in and exhale before Silver makes his way toward what he suspects is the kitchen.
privately, he hopes Malleus is at least enjoying himself. this is the first party he's been invited to in... basically ever, after all. that there's alcohol might be good, or it might be terrible, but either way he can handle it. it can't be any worse than an inconsolable Sebek, or some other such absurdity.]
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which, of course, brings him to needing to change. he offers the party host a gracious thanks before following Malleus to the room - a walk where he tries very hard to ignore the sheer amount of... passionate displays happening around. when Malleus turns back to him, Silver nods at his words.]
Of course. It won't take me long - and water is fine for me. It would not do to accidentally imbibe when I'm your driver.
[with that, he slips past his charge to the bathroom, taking one last glance back before shutting the door. it's a relatively simple affair with the quality of costume, and though it's perhaps a little too long in the leg, he can simply overlap the extra and hide them in the boots.
it's only a few minutes, thereby, before he's slipping out of the bathroom with his other clothes neatly folded. Malleus may not yet be in sight, but he'll be able to find him pretty easily, he suspects - and it gives time to find where he can safely store his clothes beforehand. party hat in hand, now that he's wearing his equally silly little crown, there's just a moment taken to breathe in and exhale before Silver makes his way toward what he suspects is the kitchen.
privately, he hopes Malleus is at least enjoying himself. this is the first party he's been invited to in... basically ever, after all. that there's alcohol might be good, or it might be terrible, but either way he can handle it. it can't be any worse than an inconsolable Sebek, or some other such absurdity.]