Re: Entrance, ~7-7:30 PM
Navid started, straightening up with a faint clearing of his throat. He curbed the equivocating response that wanted to come, largely for Zara's sake. She had worked quite hard on their costumes, and her enthusiasm had been surprisingly contagious in the safe confines of their apartment. Now, though, surrounded by neighbors he largely had not met, being dressed as Prince Eric seemed a far more daunting thing. He reached a hand down to fuss with his red cummerbund, feeling more out of place than he had since time out of mine. He forced his brow to even out from the arch it had adopted. "Thanks, Duke," he said, only half joking. "I'm still reserving judgment for now."
Though he had his reservations - and his bearing made them somewhat obvious - Navid composed himself fairly quickly after this momentary hesitation. He looked back to Zara, smiling again at the sight of her costume. "Come on, Ariel," he said. "Where to first?"