[Raoul arrives to the party late and empty-handed. It's in poor form and he knows it, but there is very little that could have motivated him to even attempt to make anything from the electric ice box. He's sullen and quiet, sitting alone with a sandwich, nibbling it in an attempt to put something in his stomach. He's still pale from the trial.
Someone sit with him, he needs a distraction. Something, anything.]
OTA and as late to the party as I am
Someone sit with him, he needs a distraction. Something, anything.]