[And that’s certainly enough to make the connections form, and the empty stage is only an afterthought for now. Markus shifts to where he’s looking at Illya directly, polite but intrigued.]
I’m a friend of Daisy’s. My name is Markus, and you’re right — the restaurant is very, ah, exclusive.
[Lavish. Full of the elite. Markus resides out of his depth, if not for the advantage given to him by being a novelty. A musician, apparently, who can tickle the ivories outside of the VR scope.]
You must be the fashion expert.
[:eyes: emoji is a mood, but not one that Markus outwardly shows]
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I’m a friend of Daisy’s. My name is Markus, and you’re right — the restaurant is very, ah, exclusive.
[Lavish. Full of the elite. Markus resides out of his depth, if not for the advantage given to him by being a novelty. A musician, apparently, who can tickle the ivories outside of the VR scope.]
You must be the fashion expert.
[:eyes: emoji is a mood, but not one that Markus outwardly shows]