[Merlin's dark suit is nothing special, as far as party clothes go—he's fancy enough to not be mistaken as a waiter, at least, but he's as far from ostentatious as he could manage while being thoroughly heckled to buy something besides the cheapest tunics he can find. At this point in the evening he's gotten used to formalwear, and there's a fair dusting of glitter on his shoulders and in his hair that he only half-heartedly tried to brush off the first time it fell over the crowd.
But really what he's doing is just milling around, idle. He's not interested in winding up on the floor in record time, so the free drinks are out, and the longer this party goes on, the more people are retiring to privacy for one reason or another... hmm.
He doesn't turn for "tree person," but "forest boy" right after does get him to look around, somehow. Maybe later he'll stop and think about just how many ridiculous things he'll answer to, but-]
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But really what he's doing is just milling around, idle. He's not interested in winding up on the floor in record time, so the free drinks are out, and the longer this party goes on, the more people are retiring to privacy for one reason or another... hmm.
He doesn't turn for "tree person," but "forest boy" right after does get him to look around, somehow. Maybe later he'll stop and think about just how many ridiculous things he'll answer to, but-]
Merlin. [...] Again. Hello.