TRISTAN VACILLATES BETWEEN ENJOYING THESE EVENTS AND ABSOLUTELY LOATHING THEM - ALTHOUGH HE SUPPOSES THAT DEPENDS ON THE CIRCUMSTANCES. in this case, the worst part is the boredom. as usual, he’d largely ignored the press on his way inside - it’s his HOOK, in a way, that nobody knows much of anything about him - and has done his best to largely avoid any attention once inside. he prefers to observe, to watch from the outside. he’s watched her as much as anyone, chiefly for his own amusement, and the time of night ( and number of beverages ) when he begins making a nuisance of himself and PRESSING BOUNDARIES. ❝ you’re an actress. ❞ he states it as fact, rather than as some sort of conversation starter. ❝ where’d the organizers find you? hope they’re paying you well enough to make the place look pretty and important. guess our jobs aren’t so terribly DIFFERENT. ❞ / @survivur. sc.
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