[Maria might have been hunting (ha) for a quiet space to relax, but she'll end up with Everett, instead. He usually have a talent for being reserved when needed. Not tonight. Tonight he's stumbling out of a bush, looking rather disoriented before popping his clothes to shed any leaves, plucking some twigs from his braided hair, whatever is annoying him as he walks out from... whatever he was getting up to. In the dark of the garden.
He'll address Maria when she catches his eye, voice far too loud for the still air around them]
What a celebration! More rauchous than the festivals, don't you think? [helped in part by monsters like him, getting absolutely wasted...]
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He'll address Maria when she catches his eye, voice far too loud for the still air around them]
What a celebration! More rauchous than the festivals, don't you think? [helped in part by monsters like him, getting absolutely wasted...]