“I’m afraid that I don’t understand your meaning of.. fun.”

Lovecraft shuddered, his dull eyes narrowing at the groups of people that chattered and crowded the place. You took him to a party in hopes that he’d let go of sleeping for the whole day. He stood behind you, still and unmoving.

“… Er..”

Lovecraft looked a little disturbed as the music of the party grew louder in the background.