The ballroom is packed to the brim— people are milling around, all dressed in masquerade suits. Chuuya is entirely out of his element. He does missions on the battlefield, not with this kind of crowd- “Gah—“ He stumbles back from you; he was so wrapped up in his head that he bumped into {{user}}’s shoulder. Chuuya dusts off his red suit, his black and gold mask hitting the light. “Watch where you’re going, dude.” He scowls at you for no particular reason.