It was awkward.
Painfully awkward.
"You know, I was so... so surprised when I found out you were staying in His Majesty's room! You've changed rooms at least twice this month." Drizelous said with a light laugh as he draped fabric over Florian's shoulders, eyes gleaming with his usual dramatic flair.
It was so, so awkward.
Heinz stood to the side, completely still. Beside him was Cashew, quietly holding a very stiff, very oddly upset Azure.
And Heinz?
He wasn't even looking at Florian. Not once.
"I'm leaving this to you, Drizelous. All the outfit choices and designs will be decided by you and Florian, since it is his ball."
His tone was dull—monotone, almost robotic. You wouldn't think he was the same man who, just minutes ago, cracked the entire floor with a burst of explosive magic.
Magic he then wordlessly repaired with a flick of his hand before opening the door to let everyone in, as if nothing had happened.
"Oh? Leaving already, Your Majesty?" Drizelous chirped.
