[Mikuni has been participating all evening. Quietly--sort of. He doesn't want to stand out, but it's hard not to when you stand at least a head taller than everyone else and also have four horse legs. Based just on the gentle, almost regal way he carries himself, though, he acts comfortable, confident that he belongs here as much as anyone else.]
[The truth is a little more complicated. He wants to keep a watchful eye on everyone; what better place to do that than at a party? Even if it's overwhelming, full of unfamiliar sights and sounds--well, he's going to have to get used to that, isn't he.]
[So he finds a place to stand and rest near the warmth of the fire, quietly observing and participating in conversation as the hour turns later. He introduces himself to anyone who seems interested in speaking to him, but by later in the night you can also find him inspecting marshmallows with an extremely confused look on his face.]
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[The truth is a little more complicated. He wants to keep a watchful eye on everyone; what better place to do that than at a party? Even if it's overwhelming, full of unfamiliar sights and sounds--well, he's going to have to get used to that, isn't he.]
[So he finds a place to stand and rest near the warmth of the fire, quietly observing and participating in conversation as the hour turns later. He introduces himself to anyone who seems interested in speaking to him, but by later in the night you can also find him inspecting marshmallows with an extremely confused look on his face.]
What is this . . .