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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ the door slides open quietly under his push, greeting him with the sight of the mansion interior bathed in a golden yellow light -- a welcoming atmosphere. smiles, allowing himself to feel mildly impressed that the decorations were not as atrocious or in excess as the (semi-)disastrous party-meeting in their shared past. the first goal of his evening long-since decided, he gives alyssa a kiss to the forehead, brianna a silent look to communicate his intention & a final murmur of departure to his little brothers before he gently detaches himself from them -- but not for long, he hopes, for they are who he wishes to be around the most tonight -- in search of a certain boy-turned-man (mentally, at least).

is rather glad that there seems to be a distinct lack of them running around, making his search very short & effortless. gives anna a small bow & a polite (but well-meant) smile. ]

Good evening.

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[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ at first he's too busy taking in the scenery (the people, his guests) to properly notice albert approaching, smiling contently to himself as he does so. it is only when his voice reaches his ears that he tilts his head to see who it is, smile widening a tad. ]

Good evening to you as well. [ shifts a bit so that he's half-facing him. ] I'm glad to see you here.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Mm. I must thank you for the invitation.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome. I really wanted you here, after all.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ accepts a drink when a waiter with a tray goes by & takes a sip. ]

I believed it to be a prank, at first.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

[ laughs kindheartedly at his words. ]

It wouldn't have been a very good prank if it had been.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Quite the contrary.

[mothertype.livejournal.com]

Oh? And why is that?

[prideofchange.livejournal.com]

[ one punch to the shoulder from alyssa, two quick noogies from damon, and several greetings later, nathan finds himself wandering off by himself, poking his head into this and that with interest. it wasn't like it was his first time coming to the mansion, but it was still pretty fascinating, considering that it wasn't like theirs in the slightest. there was something different about it that he couldn't put his finger on, but instead of thinking about it too much, he finally wanders back into the room where all the festivities are taking place.

a short run-in (literally) with oliver directs him towards some star-shaped cookies, unsure of why he was pointed in that direction in the first place (he shouldn't question oliver, really-- it was rather futile at this point). decides to pick one up, take a bite, then stares down at it for a while.

after grabbing a few more cookies he walks on over to his oldest brother, a beeline of sorts; looks a little dazed, almost a bit sad, yet the words that come out of his mouth as he looks up at albert is nothing short of bliss. ]

This cookie is amazing.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ looks momentarily too amused to respond, raising an eyebrow after a solid minute at the cookies clutched in baby brother's hands. ]

Unconcerned that it may ruin your appetite for the dinner-to-come?

[prideofchange.livejournal.com]

[ too busy shoving two more into his mouth, barely catching albert's last words as he mutters between chunks of sugar: ]

Hrmphrum?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Chew thoroughly, baby brother.

[prideofchange.livejournal.com]

[ does as he's told, swallowing it. holds one up to albert. ]

Seriously, they're so good. Try one!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ studies it for a moment & shakes his head. ]

I trust your assessment.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ currently hovering around one of the many refreshment tables, a plate in hand as he examines one of the tarts. there are several thoughts crossing his mind at the moment, none of which are particularly deep in nature. such as the following -- should he get the pecan kind or the lemon?

-- both, obviously. grabs several of them (but not all, deciding to mind his manners) on his plate while stuffing another into his mouth. is walking around the tables to see what else is being offered when he catches sight of brianna. chews & swallows the rest of the tart in his mouth as he makes his way toward her, his free hand lifted in greeting. ]

Yo!

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ swirls around her glass of wine a few times as she observes the people around her, belatedly smiling in a polite gesture to anyone who meets her gaze. if it were anyone but damon she might've missed his greeting, but as he approaches she snaps out of her thoughtful stare, raising an eyebrow down at his plate of food.

tries to hide her amusement with her next words: ]

Are you not getting fed enough at home, sweetheart?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Stuff it. I got put on a diet.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ snorts, holding back her laughter. ]

I'm sorry, what?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

I ain't repeatin' myself!

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Aw, but it's so cute.

[prideofchange.livejournal.com]

[ barely gives brianna a passing glance as she moves in the direction he left from, too focused on his task at hand. wanders on over to damon, seeming as if he was rushed and excited to see him, and then: ]

... hey! What happened to all of my cookies?!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ had been making a playful face at brianna's back in response to the kiss when he hears nathan's exclamation, drawing his attention back to the midget-in-crisis. strolls around the table with a wide smirk, throwing an arm around nathan's neck while his other hand rubs at his own tummy to help make his point. ]

Don't worry 'bout 'em, N. They've all safely made their way into my stomach. Damn they were good.

[prideofchange.livejournal.com]

[ lets out a sound of utter distaste when damon's weight settles on his shoulders, grumbling something along the lines of 'ass' and 'jerk' at the end of his silent seething. ]

I know they're good, but they were mine, damnit-!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Wrong. They were mine the moment you left 'em unguarded.

[prideofchange.livejournal.com]

[ sighs, lifting a hand to pat damon's stomach. ]

Yeah okay, but you should probably lay off the sweets, y'know. I think you've gained some weight.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ tightens the arm around nathan's neck, all but screaming in his ear. ]

WHAT WAS THAT?