[ Skip the line? He likes you even more now. Party? Cutting the hoard? He's down for it. It does take him about twenty minutes to get ready--mainly fussing over what to wear because Tristan believes in first impressions right down to his work back home. He keeps his clothing simple, light, good for dancing, and he brings a jacket along as well since the air has a bite to it.
By the time he gets to the door, he's barely a couple of minutes late. Tristan walks with confident, easy strides, but there's something strange left in his wake the way he walks--the sharp kick of harmless sparks of fire, a little bit of a burn mark left in the shape of his boot heels. Of course it takes a carefully cultivated step, but remember, first impressions and Tris certainly wants to be remembered (especially since he has quota to fill, never mind that he has a rather nicely-fluffed ego).
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[ Skip the line? He likes you even more now. Party? Cutting the hoard? He's down for it. It does take him about twenty minutes to get ready--mainly fussing over what to wear because Tristan believes in first impressions right down to his work back home. He keeps his clothing simple, light, good for dancing, and he brings a jacket along as well since the air has a bite to it.
By the time he gets to the door, he's barely a couple of minutes late. Tristan walks with confident, easy strides, but there's something strange left in his wake the way he walks--the sharp kick of harmless sparks of fire, a little bit of a burn mark left in the shape of his boot heels. Of course it takes a carefully cultivated step, but remember, first impressions and Tris certainly wants to be remembered (especially since he has quota to fill, never mind that he has a rather nicely-fluffed ego).
He gets to the door and tips his head a bit. ]
Wolfie, right?