Lion Head Mesa did you think it was Friday or something?

a wedding. his first sellfang job in the teekons and it was a fucking wedding. 

shoko stood against the corridors’ back wall, watching as the pharaoh and satsu performed their vows. it was pretty, it was pompous, it was entirely centered around two wolves shoko imagined liked being the center of attention very much; it was all too rich for his taste. but he kept his mouth shut. 

the crowd around him was living and moving. shoko couldn’t help peer among the many faces, wondering where @Arsenio was. he had an inkling he was sorely out of place here, so he kept to the edges where his silence and relative newness might not be noticed.