[Michael]

Michael sighed; the bottoms of his feet were starting to feel like he'd filled them with water; and was now walking on the ridiculously large water balloons he now had on the ends of his ankles. Well,at least there was food. Right?

It wasn't that the party was bad...it was all very..uh..spectacular. But really, the finery was lost on him. A tailor, he saw many different kinds of gaudy-er! F-fine fabric all the time. And glitz wasn't too out of the ordinary. At least, around this time of year. But..as for the actual Masquerade...he never was one for dancing. Couldn't hold a beat if he had had drums strapped around his ears. Sing? Ask him to sing and he could belt out a sonnet in tones that sounded like angels had landed. Probably due to his very small figure. But dance..Oh lord no.

"Oh this is ridiculous..." He grumbled suddenly to himself, wobbling to a pillar to pause and practically yank off his heels- walking on the bare fabric of his stylized stockings for a moment before he diverted directly to a table full of sweets. At least there was free food.

And with pumps in one hand, nothing in the other; he began picking daintily at the snacks, making small noises of happy appreciation. Ooh god sugar was so delicious.