Slow clapping could be head from the direction of the door. Clap clap clap. "Bravo! Bravo!" Clap clap clap. In the doorway stood a young Elezen, youthful face in a cheerful grin. Over his shoulders, a brown, caped greatcoat hung and fluttered in the wind a bit, with a dark, loose tunic beneath. Loose pants went down to his ankles, where a pair of sandals began. His hair was messy and dirty-blonde, hanging down in front of his forehead.
Clap clap... The Elezen opened his eyes as his wide grin turned to mock confusion, "Wait, you mean this isn' dinner theater? Hm. You should consider it." A smirk crossed his face as he stood in the doorway awhile longer. For dramatic effect.
Clap clap... The Elezen opened his eyes as his wide grin turned to mock confusion, "Wait, you mean this isn' dinner theater? Hm. You should consider it." A smirk crossed his face as he stood in the doorway awhile longer. For dramatic effect.
---Eunoia Anbolho---