It wasn't that Adrien didn't know how to behave. He'd spent more than his fair share of his formative years attending parties like this, being put on display to help his father secure trade partners. He'd been thoroughly schooled in the right things to say, the right body posture, the right .. blah, blah, blah.
However, he hadn't given much of a damn back then and he gave even less of a damn now.
For the most part, he tried to keep to himself. Staying along the walls and fixing his eyes down on his plate of (whatthefuckweretheseanyway?) and otherwise giving off the universal signals of 'leave me alone'. The more sympathetic dignitaries seemed to take the hint and stayed away from him, unfortunately it was the less tolerant sort that zeroed in on him.
The doctor had been making his way across the floor in hopes of an escape when he path was quite deliberately blocked by a species that naturally had a loud and booming voice. This individual happened to be one of the dignitaries who were wasting no time in being condescending to the rookies and their loud voice challenged Adrien on his world's backwards approach to intersteller technology and feeding itself.
The charge hung in the air, a pregnant sort of pause that quite possibly affected conversations near by as Adrien blinked up at the dignitary. His habitual scowl morphed into something like a pensive frown as he poked at a shrimp like substance on his plate before asking.
"While I would be more than happy to engage you on these topics, Councilor I believe you would find my humble offerings as a mere medical professional to be quaint indeed."
Adrien's tone was polite, touched with a hint of apology as he spoke. If anyone knew him well, they probably would have interrupted before he got much further with this conversation.
"However, I think we could have a much more lively discussion over the fact that the medical advances in cosmetic surgery have come so far over the past decade, that there truly is no reason for your face to continue to suffer from ... "
Someone might (please, please, OH please!) consider a timely interruption.
B
Every so often being a wall flower worked in one's favor.
When the Xanthan group burst into the reception, Adrien was able to drop back into a shadowed alcove under the cover of distraction as the group sought to secure their primary targets. Hunkered down, he listened to the rather trite commentary from the leader (really 'nobody move' cliche?) with half an ear as he began to identify the exits.
It would appear that the doctor wasn't the only one who had taken to the cover of out of the way shadow/spaces. Spying a vaguely familiar face, he gave a quick, soft whistle in an effort to catch the other Legionnaires' attention.
"Did you get a count of how many we're dealing with?"
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A
It wasn't that Adrien didn't know how to behave. He'd spent more than his fair share of his formative years attending parties like this, being put on display to help his father secure trade partners. He'd been thoroughly schooled in the right things to say, the right body posture, the right .. blah, blah, blah.
However, he hadn't given much of a damn back then and he gave even less of a damn now.
For the most part, he tried to keep to himself. Staying along the walls and fixing his eyes down on his plate of (whatthefuckweretheseanyway?) and otherwise giving off the universal signals of 'leave me alone'. The more sympathetic dignitaries seemed to take the hint and stayed away from him, unfortunately it was the less tolerant sort that zeroed in on him.
The doctor had been making his way across the floor in hopes of an escape when he path was quite deliberately blocked by a species that naturally had a loud and booming voice. This individual happened to be one of the dignitaries who were wasting no time in being condescending to the rookies and their loud voice challenged Adrien on his world's backwards approach to intersteller technology and feeding itself.
The charge hung in the air, a pregnant sort of pause that quite possibly affected conversations near by as Adrien blinked up at the dignitary. His habitual scowl morphed into something like a pensive frown as he poked at a shrimp like substance on his plate before asking.
"While I would be more than happy to engage you on these topics, Councilor I believe you would find my humble offerings as a mere medical professional to be quaint indeed."
Adrien's tone was polite, touched with a hint of apology as he spoke. If anyone knew him well, they probably would have interrupted before he got much further with this conversation.
"However, I think we could have a much more lively discussion over the fact that the medical advances in cosmetic surgery have come so far over the past decade, that there truly is no reason for your face to continue to suffer from ... "
Someone might (please, please, OH please!) consider a timely interruption.
B
Every so often being a wall flower worked in one's favor.
When the Xanthan group burst into the reception, Adrien was able to drop back into a shadowed alcove under the cover of distraction as the group sought to secure their primary targets. Hunkered down, he listened to the rather trite commentary from the leader (really 'nobody move' cliche?) with half an ear as he began to identify the exits.
It would appear that the doctor wasn't the only one who had taken to the cover of out of the way shadow/spaces. Spying a vaguely familiar face, he gave a quick, soft whistle in an effort to catch the other Legionnaires' attention.
"Did you get a count of how many we're dealing with?"