[ Unlike Touka, he isn't embarrassed of any pretentiously fancy title at all — while it's bizarre to have every bystander publicly announced like everyone's hard of hearing and one step away from gaining credence as nobility, Elliot can't deny that he hadn't expected something along these lines, all the glitzing lights and overwrought fanfare and elation radiating through the crowd clustering around the sprawling dance floor.
So, wallflowering. He is enticed by the food, but rather than overtly snag three plates full of food, he's inconspicuously biding his time for a chance to head outside and rid himself of the grievance of actually speaking to anyone before the night lets out. In any case, he's wandered over to the refreshments table, swiping up a similarly ornate glass of water, only to be confronted with — ]
phase ii! i'm so sorry
So, wallflowering. He is enticed by the food, but rather than overtly snag three plates full of food, he's inconspicuously biding his time for a chance to head outside and rid himself of the grievance of actually speaking to anyone before the night lets out. In any case, he's wandered over to the refreshments table, swiping up a similarly ornate glass of water, only to be confronted with — ]
Oh, it's you.
[ Talk about timing. ]