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

oh, there arsenio was, politely guiding his way through a throng of unknown faces. shoko watched subtly as the man made his way. so very different from the arsenio shoko knew out there.

when arsenio came alongside him, shoko dipped his head in curt acknowledgment. he never tired of that glittering stare - arsenio might just be the pharaoh's only competition when it came to the set of sharp-cut eyes the gods gave him. "love is a beautiful thing to witness." said shoko, just innocuous enough that any passerby might think his commentary genuine. "enjoying the party?"