#( thread.dayanita )

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closed: ​@dayanitas​​ location: hallway near the ballroom timeline: late evening trigger warning: alcohol

He’s ready to return home.

The night has unraveled in ways that leave him unsettled, raw. Curiosity has long since abandoned him, and he finds no pride in navigating back to the ballroom with little difficulty. All the exploration, all the preparation for the worst outcome, and all he’s left with his burdening frustration and exhaustion.

But when Toshiro turns the corner, he catches sight of a figure against the wall, a glass tipping in hand. Soft, golden rays shine from the other’s attire under the light of the hallway. The Sun. But as he watches, he recognizes the swaying, the flushed skin, the dazed aura. His brows furrow, covered by his mask.

“Dayanita.”

Uncertainty plays in the way he draws near, but not too close. A distance worthy of a relationship built by business instead of clear friendship. But he isn’t sure of what she wants in the moment -- or how coherent she currently is.

He opts for something light for now, and he points to her glass. “I take it Mr. Ashton provided drinks worthy of an event like this?”