#((micaiaaaaah :pleading:))

[freedomarrow]

Thankfully (?) the band area and the place for concessions were close enough together that, so long as Leonardo didn't mind being closer to the dance floor most of the more of the insectoid staff kept to the other side.

(Micaiah was becoming used to the mice going back and forth. Maybe. It was a bit hard to look directly at their faces but one has to be polite!)

Venturing back with two plates in her hand she offers one to her friend.

"I was not quite sure what you wanted to I took a bit of everything. We do have to keep our strength up here!"

She squeezes his shoulder once he takes the proffered plate. "I'm glad you are here with me, Leonardo. We will see this through."

It takes a bit of time before Leonardo manages to shift his focus towards the events of the dance floor and away from the insects supplying participants with music. At the very least, staying here allows him to keep his distance. He strangles a sigh; it feels a little rude, really, but he cannot help the discomfort he feels. Bugs are bad enough when tiny, and now these are his size. (Or rather, he is theirs.)

Only problem is, it takes some courage building to go grab something to eat, and he is starting to feel a little hungry - but, as though to read his thoughts, salvation appears once more in the form of the famed Maiden of Dawn - or, as he would be more keen on knowing her, his cherished friend, Micaiah.

The blond smiles as he accepts the plate from her hands. "Oh, thank you. That's lovely of you." At her friendly gesture, his expression brightens further. "Right back at you. If you and Edward weren't here, I might have just gone insane here... I still don't really understand what's happening, and I don't like that. But for now we just have to hang in there."

It still bothers him a little that no one seems to so much as try to figure a way out of here, too absorbed by the ball's entertainment. How much he can achieve alone in this aspect, he does not know, especially with the eyes of the Elementals looming above his head. He supposes it remains a question for later. Best he can do for now is just stay on guard.

"We will see it through, yes. I'm sure of it," he says, as though to reinforce both her and his own belief. "To that end... you're right," the blond adds as he takes a bite from the plate Micaiah had brought to him. "... I will admit that I did not expect food prepared by mice to be this good."