[Nico makes his way onto the balcony as well. His tolerance to the press of people has reached a certain point, and he needs a place where he can hear himself think. Plus, he's not ready to leave the party and don the skin again.
He can't help pausing mid-step when he sees another person out there already. Normally, a couple people out on the balcony is a perfectly fine and ordinary thing. When the person is the son of the owners of the estate Nico's working in? A son who is handsome and kind and many other praises he forever hears the other servants sing about him? Things start getting problematic.
Tentatively, Nico leans on the balcony, resting folded arms on the edge. Not looking at Jehan is like trying not to look at a sudden movement out of the corner of your eye. He has a way of grabbing attention, and either he knows it so well that he's turned mastery into an art form, or Jehan is unaware and is simply a natural at it. No matter, Nico is determined to not gawk. It's rude, for one thing.]
noboooody knows how much I like that taaaale
He can't help pausing mid-step when he sees another person out there already. Normally, a couple people out on the balcony is a perfectly fine and ordinary thing. When the person is the son of the owners of the estate Nico's working in? A son who is handsome and kind and many other praises he forever hears the other servants sing about him? Things start getting problematic.
Tentatively, Nico leans on the balcony, resting folded arms on the edge. Not looking at Jehan is like trying not to look at a sudden movement out of the corner of your eye. He has a way of grabbing attention, and either he knows it so well that he's turned mastery into an art form, or Jehan is unaware and is simply a natural at it. No matter, Nico is determined to not gawk. It's rude, for one thing.]