[ Not being a huge fan of dancing, Apollo is currently hanging around the tables of food. In one hand is a glass of wine that has hardly been touched and in the other is a petit four. He's staring at it because it has a cute-ish animal face decorated onto it, and he's really not sure if he wants to eat it or not. This place is tricky, and he frowns at the prospect of the cake actually turning out to be an animal somehow. What if it's a meat cake? That thought causes him to look somewhat disgusted because that would certainly be an unfortunate surprise. Anyone passing by will just see him grimacing at the tiny cake. ]
Phase III
[ The music sounds fancy enough, but it also sounds like something else he's heard. He's momentarily lost in his own thoughts as he attempts to figure out the familiar tune until someone walks over and pulls him out of it. Are they talking to him? Apollo brings his attention to the person. Pardon his look of confusion. Did they just ask him to dance..? ]
Me?
Bonus
[ Apollo wouldn't consider himself a person who is put off by large crowds, but he does enjoy the occasional break from the hustle and bustle. After an hour or so into the ball, he slips outside and towards the gardens. Without a particular destination in mind, he continues onwards into the area while enjoying allure of the garden; it really is quite pretty.
After awhile of exploring, there is a moment where his head feels somewhat fuzzy, but it soon clears. ]
That was odd.. [ He mutters while placing the palm of his hand against his forehead. Thinking that it would be best to turn back, he starts walking towards what he think might be an exit until a very familiar someone catches his the corner of his eye. ]
Overflow / OTA
[ Not being a huge fan of dancing, Apollo is currently hanging around the tables of food. In one hand is a glass of wine that has hardly been touched and in the other is a petit four. He's staring at it because it has a cute-ish animal face decorated onto it, and he's really not sure if he wants to eat it or not. This place is tricky, and he frowns at the prospect of the cake actually turning out to be an animal somehow. What if it's a meat cake? That thought causes him to look somewhat disgusted because that would certainly be an unfortunate surprise. Anyone passing by will just see him grimacing at the tiny cake. ]
Phase III
[ The music sounds fancy enough, but it also sounds like something else he's heard. He's momentarily lost in his own thoughts as he attempts to figure out the familiar tune until someone walks over and pulls him out of it. Are they talking to him? Apollo brings his attention to the person. Pardon his look of confusion. Did they just ask him to dance..? ]
Me?
Bonus
[ Apollo wouldn't consider himself a person who is put off by large crowds, but he does enjoy the occasional break from the hustle and bustle. After an hour or so into the ball, he slips outside and towards the gardens. Without a particular destination in mind, he continues onwards into the area while enjoying allure of the garden; it really is quite pretty.
After awhile of exploring, there is a moment where his head feels somewhat fuzzy, but it soon clears. ]
That was odd.. [ He mutters while placing the palm of his hand against his forehead. Thinking that it would be best to turn back, he starts walking towards what he think might be an exit until a very familiar someone catches his the corner of his eye. ]
Clay..?