[To those who know him, it likely doesn't come as a surprise that Dylas is keeping to himself, even at the party. It's nice! And he does make an attempt to mingle, but those moments are brief and consist mostly of him standing in the same room as everyone else and not engaging. Obviously, six and a half feet of blue-haired horseman can stand around and not be noticed.
But he doesn't wander too far at first. He can be found in the kitchen. He's hanging a few impressive gyotaku in an empty space or two in between making food for the party. Fish and bread, mostly, and some desserts in addition to whatever Atsushi is pushing out. If anyone wanders in, he'll give them the same response without looking to see who it is:]
Can I help you with something?
[If he's cooking, he has his apron on. Don't mistake him for the help. And his tone is just as "wow, I'm perpetually annoyed" as ever.
Eventually, he'll retreat to his room—he has unpacking to do. Jewelry to display, fishing rods to mount (yes, plural), clothes to change out of. Hell, he has his own changing room? And there's a terrace right there that leads to a lavish bathroom...it all feels like a bit much, but he can't say it doesn't remind him of home.
He leaves the door to his room open for what will definitely be the first and last time (or so he thinks). If anyone comes looking for him, he might not be immediately noticeable...who knows what they'll find him doing?]
Dylas - OTA
But he doesn't wander too far at first. He can be found in the kitchen. He's hanging a few impressive gyotaku in an empty space or two in between making food for the party. Fish and bread, mostly, and some desserts in addition to whatever Atsushi is pushing out. If anyone wanders in, he'll give them the same response without looking to see who it is:]
Can I help you with something?
[If he's cooking, he has his apron on. Don't mistake him for the help. And his tone is just as "wow, I'm perpetually annoyed" as ever.
Eventually, he'll retreat to his room—he has unpacking to do. Jewelry to display, fishing rods to mount (yes, plural), clothes to change out of. Hell, he has his own changing room? And there's a terrace right there that leads to a lavish bathroom...it all feels like a bit much, but he can't say it doesn't remind him of home.
He leaves the door to his room open for what will definitely be the first and last time (or so he thinks). If anyone comes looking for him, he might not be immediately noticeable...who knows what they'll find him doing?]