He isn't particularly interested in sharing who it is he's looking for, and slides away from the question by lifting his chin to indicate the gathering proper, still amicably buzzing at a distance.
"When I first heard about this, I thought it was a joke." It is possible he was invited directly, but the only thing less likely is that he'd accept such an invitation in earnest—yet here he is, technically in attendance. "I'm still not convinced it isn't."
Kylo's shape has changed in the soft periphery of his vision, dark becoming light to indicate a face turning toward him. Because it pleases him to do so, and he sees little need for pretence in this place, he withholds the courtesy of his full attention in return.
(The Darkling has been here for hours. Hours, spent as a distant shape, waiting, while his body sleeps in a locked room.)
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He isn't particularly interested in sharing who it is he's looking for, and slides away from the question by lifting his chin to indicate the gathering proper, still amicably buzzing at a distance.
"When I first heard about this, I thought it was a joke." It is possible he was invited directly, but the only thing less likely is that he'd accept such an invitation in earnest—yet here he is, technically in attendance. "I'm still not convinced it isn't."
Kylo's shape has changed in the soft periphery of his vision, dark becoming light to indicate a face turning toward him. Because it pleases him to do so, and he sees little need for pretence in this place, he withholds the courtesy of his full attention in return.
(The Darkling has been here for hours. Hours, spent as a distant shape, waiting, while his body sleeps in a locked room.)