Bullocks. Okay, Hugo was definitely staring and someone saw and that someone didn't approve. The offended party's retort freezes him. But only momentarily.
"Oh, nothing. I was just piecing together your identity," Hugo replies casually, his voice tinged with magical distortion.
Unlike some people, Corrie isn't 100% convinced that she won't be recognized. She hasn't figured out everyone else yet, but who's to say she isn't just bad at it?
"Oh really?" she says, eyeing the Rude Bloke in clear suspicion. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, but she couldn't back down now. "What's your guess, then?"
Well, Hugo really walked into that one, didn't he? "Not a guess," Hugo doubles down with a little smirk. Behind his mask, he fervently studies the woman. Hare mask, vines, purple gown... it's a nice look, he finds himself thinking, but hardly helpful in this moment.
"You're not a Weasley," he states with confidence -- this time earned —- perhaps betraying something about his own identity. "Nor Weasley adjacent. And you're defiant. That's for sure. A touch aggressive, yes?"
In his mind he's cycling through the building's Rolodex at three times the speed he's speaking. He's probably missing people, but he's running out of time.
He crosses his arms in front of his tunic. "It's really so obvious. You're Siân."
Through luck and will Corrie manages to turn a startled bark of a laugh into a semi-innocuous throat-clearing. "Dammit, you got me," she says, making a mental note to tell Siân all about this. Aggressive and defiant? She'll love that.
Wait -- hadn't he said something about Weasleys too? Her eyes narrow, taking him in: owl mask, kilt (not any tartan she knew, but it could just be generic). That's just cut her list down significantly, especially since it's no way this is Louis.
Hugo's not sure Siân would admit her identity that easily. Then again, maybe Siân would know that people would think she wouldn't admit her identity so easily, so to properly trick them, she would admit it? Or maybe--
This "Princess Bride"-esque logic loop is mercifully and suddenly cut short when Hugo realizes that he's now presumed to be Freddie.
"Busted!" Hugo grins. "So..." What the hell would Siân and Freddie talk about anyway?? Unionising, probably. But, glancing around, Hugo doesn't see any creatures doing hard labor at the party. "...you scheming to get up to any trouble tonight?"
Siân would absolutely not admit her identity that easily, but he'd already given in so Corrie still won. No way out but forward at this point: she's running through a list of everything portable at the party. "Taking home all the eggs I can carry," she says conspiratorially. "Dewdrops too if I can. Think you can rig me up something to carry them, Mad Lad?"
Ah, a rather simple request for Freddie. But there are a few problems here. First off, Hugo's not Freddie. Actually, that's pretty much the only problem. But it's a big one. He might be found out. Imminently.
But fate decides to intervene. Hugo dries his sweaty palms on his kilt and--
"My kilt has pockets!" A spontaneously vocalization of a fun discovery, as well as a possible solution to the present problem. "Let's fill these suckers with eggs and drinks."
Edited (Colleen found some typos for me) 2021-03-22 23:11 (UTC)
A kilt filled with eggs sounds horrifying. This cannot possibly end well.
"Perfect," Corrie says. It's not her pockets, after all, and she doesn't actually want the leftovers. If Fred's having an off night but is willing to be an egg mule, who is she to judge? "How big are they?"
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THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man (open to 2)
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
"Oh, nothing. I was just piecing together your identity," Hugo replies casually, his voice tinged with magical distortion.
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
"Oh really?" she says, eyeing the Rude Bloke in clear suspicion. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, but she couldn't back down now. "What's your guess, then?"
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
"You're not a Weasley," he states with confidence -- this time earned —- perhaps betraying something about his own identity. "Nor Weasley adjacent. And you're defiant. That's for sure. A touch aggressive, yes?"
In his mind he's cycling through the building's Rolodex at three times the speed he's speaking. He's probably missing people, but he's running out of time.
He crosses his arms in front of his tunic. "It's really so obvious. You're Siân."
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
Wait -- hadn't he said something about Weasleys too? Her eyes narrow, taking him in: owl mask, kilt (not any tartan she knew, but it could just be generic). That's just cut her list down significantly, especially since it's no way this is Louis.
She grins. "But I just got you too, roomie."
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
This "Princess Bride"-esque logic loop is mercifully and suddenly cut short when Hugo realizes that he's now presumed to be Freddie.
"Busted!" Hugo grins. "So..." What the hell would Siân and Freddie talk about anyway?? Unionising, probably. But, glancing around, Hugo doesn't see any creatures doing hard labor at the party. "...you scheming to get up to any trouble tonight?"
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
But fate decides to intervene. Hugo dries his sweaty palms on his kilt and--
"My kilt has pockets!" A spontaneously vocalization of a fun discovery, as well as a possible solution to the present problem. "Let's fill these suckers with eggs and drinks."
THE WOODS: A Focused Young Man
"Perfect," Corrie says. It's not her pockets, after all, and she doesn't actually want the leftovers. If Fred's having an off night but is willing to be an egg mule, who is she to judge? "How big are they?"