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[The moment they walk into the room, it's just lights everywhere.

When was the damn light bulb invented? Because they're probably this fucking expensive and this is probably not at all cost-efficient. But the marble floors are shining with the artificial light, and not a single candle can be seen.

There's gawking, of course, but the people here at least more civilized than people who yank on her vines. They just stare a lot more.]

It's me, darlings! Could you please tell me where our dear host is? Oh, there you are!

[The crowd will part like the Red Sea once Koshōshō gets moving. Just shake the old guy's hand, Mugen. Come on.]

[ N O ]

[Look at that hand, look at that creepy, liver spotted sack of skin. Dust is gonna puff out of this guy's joints, if his heart doesn't stop first.

Mugen lets himself hunch a little, teeth peeking from a slight snarl playing across his face. Too wild to speak would mean too wild for manners, right? You wanted a dumb beast you've got one, because he is paying that hand zero mind.

He'll stare him dead in the eye, though. Stare downs are always free.]

[You shake the hand, woman.]

[Come on god fucking dammit--

Koshōshō's composure only slips for a slight eye twitch, before she steps forward first. Yes, she'll shake that hand.] Good evening! This is the manticore I was talking about. He's a bit shy.

[Yeah, right.

The fact that she knows no one will buy that just makes everything a bit more funnier and bit more pathetic.]

Come here, Mugen!

[No doubt in his mind, she's getting some kind of sick pleasure out of this. He doesn't have to be a psychic to figure that out.

As he sidles up closer to Koshōshō at her word, Mugen drags his gaze over their decrepit host and accompanying party-goers like a scythe. It's the next best thing to actually cutting them in two when his hands were tied like this.

He'll keep following her, but that's all he'll do. Damnit.]

[Look, you've got to admit, this is pretty funny.

Koshōshō extends a hand to Mugen, and smiles back at the host.] Here he is.

[And then--]

Isn't he adorable?

[Welp.]

[Why yes, he does think he's... well, adorable isn't the word he'd use. Devilishly handsome, more like.

So how long's mister moneybags going to stare? Wait-- No. Wait. He takes that back! Just keep staring. Don't--

The host reaches out and brushes his fingers through the fur covering Mugen's collarbones, very lightly, as though he were touching a roped off exhibit at a museum. He rubs a lock of it between his thumb and forefinger, inspecting the texture, then steps in a small circle around the manticore, tugging the mane attached to his spine. All the while, Mugen's face is doing a subtle dance. His eyebrows? Twitching. Mouth? Also twitching. And his eyes are definitely wider now.

Overall he looks Vaguely Creeped Out.

KOSHOSHO. WHAT THE FUCK. DO SOMETHING BEFORE- yeah, pops, that barb back there is smooth. You don't have to fucking-- KOSHOSHO. HELP.]

[nah

In all honesty, she seriously doesn't feel like moving. She's just standing there, arms crossed, smile across her face as the host-- inspects him? At least he hasn't moved onto petting his hair, or tugging on his collar.

--Ah, speak of the devil, he's about to pet Mugen's head. Alright, for both their sakes, Koshōshō decides to step in.]

Oh, don't do that too much, darling! Like I said, he's shy. Too much of this, and he'll hide away.

[Yep. Totally.] He doesn't look too well. Perhaps I'll take him on a walk, first. I'm sure you have many other people to meet!

[Wow. He really, truly despises every single thing about what Koshōshō just said, but he'll take it over being felt up by grandpappy back there. The moment they're out of human earshot, Mugen hisses under his breath.]

So where's our guy at? D'ya see him yet?

[Koshōshō spends her time grabbing a glass of wine (or... something from a servant first, before swilling it with her vines. At this point, Mugen might know it's her action for thinking.]

There. [She points to someone standing near the other side of the room-- perfect, they're already slightly low-profile. They might not notice his disappearance for a time.] Let's act out on the excuse that you need to go outside, then. I'll speak to him, and we can 'continue the conversation' away from others.

[And she begins to saunter towards their target.]

[Mugen skips snagging any refreshments, reminding himself he can buy all the grub he wants later. The fewer distractions, the sooner they could get to the good part.]

Could always tell 'em I have to take a piss.

[100% bitter snark.]

[--Ah, well, she honestly could. He is a dog, after all.]

A walk would be more elegant. Though perhaps if I say that, he'll be caught a bit more off-guard.

[But maybe she's actually considering the thought of entertaining Mugen's banter, and when their target catches Koshōshō in his eyes, he greets her first.

Perfect.] Hello, sweetie. Richards, isn't it? How are you doing?

[This is the cue for Mugen to act uncomfortable. As if it was really acting.]

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