[Sampo might notice the precise moment Gepard realizes something's missing.
Gepard freezes in his tracks for a second too long, his gaze a little too distant. His mouth parts ever so slightly and he feels a fluttering in his chest - anticipation - and then Gepard gathers himself because the captain knows what happens next: he'll scour the crowds trying to find someone who doesn't quite fit in, or, someone who fits in a little too well, but-
Gepard Landau made a mistake.
And that mistake was that he froze in his tracks for a little too long and his gaze because a little too distant, and his mouth parted ever so slightly, and he did so while facing some women/potential additions to the Landau family/future mothers of his children.
Fuck fuck fuck. And now he's obligated to make some polite small talk. And if music starts playing, he'll probably have to ask a couple to dance.
Still, outwardly: he's the polite son of the Landau family.]
And how are you enjoying the party, miss...?
[The woman titters out some response. Gepard changes his tactics to scouring the crowd and trying to see someone who's fucking amused at his expense, because he sure feels like a fool right now.]
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Date: 2024-08-03 08:41 pm (UTC)Gepard freezes in his tracks for a second too long, his gaze a little too distant. His mouth parts ever so slightly and he feels a fluttering in his chest - anticipation - and then Gepard gathers himself because the captain knows what happens next: he'll scour the crowds trying to find someone who doesn't quite fit in, or, someone who fits in a little too well, but-
Gepard Landau made a mistake.
And that mistake was that he froze in his tracks for a little too long and his gaze because a little too distant, and his mouth parted ever so slightly, and he did so while facing some women/potential additions to the Landau family/future mothers of his children.
Fuck fuck fuck. And now he's obligated to make some polite small talk. And if music starts playing, he'll probably have to ask a couple to dance.
Still, outwardly: he's the polite son of the Landau family.]
And how are you enjoying the party, miss...?
[The woman titters out some response. Gepard changes his tactics to scouring the crowd and trying to see someone who's fucking amused at his expense, because he sure feels like a fool right now.]