[ D isn't the only one looking to not... indulge in the festivities. Although he'd wandered around all the throngs of people -- for all intents and purposes enjoying walking around a crowded pack of raucous party goers -- he doesn't really want to do so himself, and at some point... well. It becomes a little exhausting to keep up, and once one is jostled one too many times -- and starts to lose their temper, it's time to get out of the middle of all of it.
It's with a hand ran through his hair, and a lit cigar wiggled between his teeth as he puffed and walked, hands shoved in an overgrown but fine coat himself. Unblinking eye surveyed the edges of the crowd as he neared, and caught sight of the large hat, and a too-pale figure at the edges. Maybe someone else from underground? He wondered to himself, and approached, not toward him, but nearby, before he leaned on a wall, smoking quietly for a few moments, before -- ]
a late (A) tag!
It's with a hand ran through his hair, and a lit cigar wiggled between his teeth as he puffed and walked, hands shoved in an overgrown but fine coat himself. Unblinking eye surveyed the edges of the crowd as he neared, and caught sight of the large hat, and a too-pale figure at the edges. Maybe someone else from underground? He wondered to himself, and approached, not toward him, but nearby, before he leaned on a wall, smoking quietly for a few moments, before -- ]
Couldn't stand the crowd either, hm?