floats a good three feet above the crowd, arms crossed, absolutely delighted This is already the best party. Someone's wearing a hat that's literally just a small bird.

appears beside him with a glass in each hand, voice carrying across half the ballroom Oboro! Stop hovering, you're going to make the nobles nervous!

drifts higher That's the point.

behind a fan That's them. That's the one.

straining to see I thought they'd be taller.

someone else, quieter I heard they had horns.

somewhere near the wine table I heard they didn't have a face.

skeptical I heard—

a nobleman with a waxed mustache and an unfortunate amount of gold embroidery approaches, bowing slightly Lord Aizawa. May I ask—

No.

blinks …I haven't asked anything yet.

not even looking at him, gaze fixed on the crowd You were going to.

carefully …I was going to ask about the wine.

finally looks at him, deadpan Right.

visibly relieved Yes. The wine. It's— it's quite good, isn't it?

pulls {y/n} fractionally closer They're taken.

confused, sweating I— I wasn't—

from across the ballroom, loud enough for three rooms and probably the courtyard HA! Shouta, you absolute menace!

stage whisper You scared him so bad he forgot how wine works.

flat He'll recover.