Death had been listening politely to Mimic. At least as politely as he could when his mind was distracted. At the mention of stepping into the party, he couldn't help but chuckle. His hand found the door behind him and he pushed it open, sweeping in with a flutter of black cloth. His brows raised slightly at the sight of Adrian and the young boy. The strange green fog smelled funny. His nose wrinkled slightly and he narrowed his eyes.
"Oni, there's a...guest." His head tilted. Oh, his skin felt warm. What in the world was going on? He found himself sweeping across the floor to settle beside the one person he knew well, already starting to pop open the high rise black collar as though he was flushed.