[ Cassian's wandering rather aimlessly himself, wearing a tight leather bodysuit in grape-red and a small black mask that doesn't do a lot to conceal his identity. If this place weren't full of distractions he would be feeling mightily silly in his outfit, but as it is the magic of the carnival is slowly getting to him, luring him with the promise of being and doing whatever he wants, no consequences, no duties.
Having just come out of a brawl his mask is slightly skewed as he stumbles into Colette, and he's wiping blood from his bottom lip, yet he's grinning. ]
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Having just come out of a brawl his mask is slightly skewed as he stumbles into Colette, and he's wiping blood from his bottom lip, yet he's grinning. ]