Pushing open the large double doors to the mansion, he allowed Fang to enter the room before himself as a show of courtesy. “After you,” he told her politely. This was his first real outing with the huntress in a formal fashion. Preparations for such a night were not taken lightly. He made certain the pick out a decent suit just for the occasion. He was not going to mess up this evening—not if he had any say in it.
The reception hall was certainly a thing to marvel at. The lights from the grand chandelier and centerpieces placed on the tables shone bright around the hall, illuminating the entire room and its golden hued decorations in a pleasant, calming tone. Even the music was rather enchanting. There were many tables lined near the walls, leaving plenty of room for guests that wished to dance. It reminded him much of the ballroom back at Garden. A place that had always felt like home.
But…something felt off. As calming as the atmosphere was, there was something that just…didn’t feel right. “(No… it’s probably just my imagination.)” With a light shrug of the shoulders, he pushed away the thought. Cautiously, he held out his arm to lead his date over toward the tables. ” Fang, was there any place in particular that you’d like to sit?”
“—Thank ya kindly, Squall~” The pulsian gave him a small grin as she entered the massive room, mossy eyes soon glancing every which way to take in the classy decor. It was the first time Fang had ever been to a more modern wedding, having only been used to the more smaller kind from her village in the past. She figured she could get used to this though, despite the large number of people she didn’t know hovering around.
“Hm?” Fang turned her attention back to Squall, who was holding out his arm for her in a very gentlemanly fashion. It was rather cute, to say the least, on how polite he was being since he had been the one to ask her to be his date for the evening. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips, but Fang resisted the urge to do a bit of playful teasing for Squall’s sake - but knew she had the rest of the reception, to get some in at her leisure.
“Doesn’t matter much to me where we sit.” Came her reply, while leaning over slightly to plant a small peck on his cheek. Her right arm would then link with his, and she offered him a smirk while waiting to be led to a table.