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Sometime after Prom Invites I guess?

[ourstosee]

[The good thing about continuing to share a room with Estinien is that he's almost always on hand to answer a question, even if Aymeric has to wait until the end of the day. The flipside to that is that it's painfully obvious the man is fretting over something. Certainly not tear-his-hair-out fretting, but still chewing on a question he hasn't quite found it in himself to ask just yet.

Aymeric knows the dragoon. Between the two of them, only one had the patience to withstand prolonged exposure to Ishgardian pomp and circumstance. This so-called "prom" has that in spades, and so it's hard to imagine his companion even being slightly interested in it. Still, despite its similarities to a life he's enjoying time away from, Aymeric is more than a little intrigued by the upcoming event.

No one said they had to go together, of course. Estinien could keep his feet firmly planted on the ground while Aymeric worked the crowd, just like old times. But it feels wrong to leave the man behind, too.

Eventually, before either of them fully settle down for the night, Aymeric will clear his throat to get his companion's attention.]

Have you given more than a passing thought to the invitations we received?

[stardiving]

[Estinien doesn't have his normal routines to occupy himself here, such as they are, but he's slipped easily enough back into those that he practiced before - training his team, doing odd jobs, and so on. He circles back around to wherever they're staying that night once or twice before coming back in the evening, and the first time he 'checked in' so to speak, he could see that Aymeric was rolling something around in his head.

Of course, he ought to have guessed.]

Aside from 'seven hells, how is it going to go wrong this time', you mean? It's something of a tradition.

[ourstosee]

[The comment doesn't bode well for the experience, nor for the invitation he's currently toying with extending. Still, he does let out a faint chuckle.]

I should have known it was trouble. Such things always are. [Of course, by trouble he generally means someone having their reputation ruined. Or worse, having wine stain their outfit.]

Still, the whole affair does seem rather familiar. I can recall at least one gala aboard an airship in my time.

With that said, I trust you will be avoiding it?