[Hello, fellow wallfower. Sephiroth has a similar opinion of social gatherings, though he's expressing it rather more quietly, with a level glare out in the general direction of the crowd. Scanning it for some sign of... he honestly isn't sure what. But this is some kind of game or puzzle, so it must have pieces to work out. He's already made a few attempts to remove his mask, and his arms are folded in part to keep himself from repeating the apparently futile gesture. He's wearing a fairly simple dark suit and mask, his long hair still unbound.
He glances at the young man nearby. He wouldn't have said anything of demons or devils; the mask looks Wutain to him. If by some chance it actually is, he's sure his hair will give him away as this man's enemy. What is the point of a mask that doesn't actually conceal your identity?]
I imagine it's part of the same magic that dressed us this way in the first place.
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He glances at the young man nearby. He wouldn't have said anything of demons or devils; the mask looks Wutain to him. If by some chance it actually is, he's sure his hair will give him away as this man's enemy. What is the point of a mask that doesn't actually conceal your identity?]
I imagine it's part of the same magic that dressed us this way in the first place.