[He shuffles over to a free table that's nowhere near the DJ; it's not like the music's not still regrettably audible, but at least Sakuya doesn't have to look at his smug, tasteless face from over here. Hmph.
Not that he knows what else to do at this party. That's where Minato comes in again, once he makes his way over within earshot.]
And now what? What a miserable excuse for a party.
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Not that he knows what else to do at this party. That's where Minato comes in again, once he makes his way over within earshot.]
And now what? What a miserable excuse for a party.