[ Cain follows along, towed behind Percival by that grip on his wrist. It feels oddly like being led, though he won't mention that to Percival; he's sure Percival would bluster and grump and refuse to touch him for the rest of the evening, and this sort of casual familiarity is too pleasant for him to ruin it for the whole night.
Idly, Cain goes up on his tiptoes a little, trying to see over the heads of everyone who got to a real viewing spot before them. Hmm, he's just a little too short to see clearly... ]
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Idly, Cain goes up on his tiptoes a little, trying to see over the heads of everyone who got to a real viewing spot before them. Hmm, he's just a little too short to see clearly... ]
Ah, you mean you wouldn't catch me?