[Feliks shows up a little later than most for all the celebrating. Honestly, so recently reunited with his boyfriend and running with the adrenaline high of surviving a fight with a God, he considers it an accomplishment in the field of socializing like a normal person and stuff that he's not still in his tent.]
[As fond as he is of eating, drinking, dancing, and general merriment, he's a little quiet this time around, sticking more obviously close than usual to the people he's close to. Perhaps it's all the strangers around -- he's certainly more vivacious whenever he spots someone he knows nearby -- or simply how emotional the last week or two have been for him.]
[Just as likely, though, it's the presence of the gods. Feliks's family, much as they might clash with the other nobles on other matters of tradition, have always been rather religious; he's always been raised to respect Pokemon and exalt the gods as far-off, impossible idols. Seeing them so close, having seen their power first-hand, having heard them speak -- to say that he's awestruck would be an understatement. Whenever he sees one, he goes starry-eyed and shy, clinging to the arm of any friend nearby until he can gather his wits enough for bravado to kick in and get his mouth running again.]
[When he's not too overwhelmed by the presence of the gods, he behaves much more like everyone's used to him acting at parties: sparkling like a firework and dragging people into dancing with him, drinking like a Water-type, and after a few drinks to get him over any vestige of shyness, telling elaborately embellished stories about his various adventures to whoever will listen, to the tune of:]
--so I totally ramped my Rapidash friend right over it! Savior, it was way sick, you so should have been there!
Open at any point!
[As fond as he is of eating, drinking, dancing, and general merriment, he's a little quiet this time around, sticking more obviously close than usual to the people he's close to. Perhaps it's all the strangers around -- he's certainly more vivacious whenever he spots someone he knows nearby -- or simply how emotional the last week or two have been for him.]
[Just as likely, though, it's the presence of the gods. Feliks's family, much as they might clash with the other nobles on other matters of tradition, have always been rather religious; he's always been raised to respect Pokemon and exalt the gods as far-off, impossible idols. Seeing them so close, having seen their power first-hand, having heard them speak -- to say that he's awestruck would be an understatement. Whenever he sees one, he goes starry-eyed and shy, clinging to the arm of any friend nearby until he can gather his wits enough for bravado to kick in and get his mouth running again.]
[When he's not too overwhelmed by the presence of the gods, he behaves much more like everyone's used to him acting at parties: sparkling like a firework and dragging people into dancing with him, drinking like a Water-type, and after a few drinks to get him over any vestige of shyness, telling elaborately embellished stories about his various adventures to whoever will listen, to the tune of:]
--so I totally ramped my Rapidash friend right over it! Savior, it was way sick, you so should have been there!