[Kaz is nice and comfy right now. He's managed to get a few drinks in him and maybe he wants a few minutes to catch his breath from dancing. Being a fan of high places, he thinks the mezzanine would be nice, so he makes his way up, and finds a quiet spot and plops down, content to fiddle with the hem of his shirt as he bobs his head to the music, his leather jacket deposited somewhere because he wanted to dance.
He doesn't notice he's got company until his eyes wander and he spots the older man, a mix of Tita Cisco's features and some vague approximation of Tito Cen's, but still very, very striking.
Renae?
He kind of wants to say hi, but is unsure if he wants to interrupt.]
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He doesn't notice he's got company until his eyes wander and he spots the older man, a mix of Tita Cisco's features and some vague approximation of Tito Cen's, but still very, very striking.
Renae?
He kind of wants to say hi, but is unsure if he wants to interrupt.]