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"Incoming..." Philip whispered to him.
Cedric didn't need to be told, but he appreciated it nevertheless.
"Hello, gentlemen! How are the two of you on this very lovely evening?"
A stocky man with a potbelly and a curved mustache approached them jovially. He wore a wide smile, displaying his perfect set of teeth, some of which were replaced by gold. He wore a suit that's definitely too tight for him; it almost seems like it's going to burst at the seams from containing what's underneath. The man's breath was accompanied by a strong stench of alcohol, and he was flanked by three people who looked a little too miserable, as if they had been forced to be here with this man.
Cedric wanted to laugh at what he was seeing, but he restrained himself, and this was even with his mask on. He caught Philip's eyes twitching every so subtly and fought the urge to laugh again.
