Re: milling around: open
"Oh come on," he said, laughing. He stepped out from in front of her, turning his white face - even paler than usual, a feat in and of itself - to her. "You're breaking character. You want a peek at her costume, let's go have it." His black eyes narrowed as he peered at the girl in question; the longer he looked, the better the costume seemed, even at their distance. His curiosity was piqued. "She'd definitely be competition. We should at least go introduce ourselves, huh?"