Practically skidding to a stop before
Diarch Reign
, the teen remembered himself and bowed. Thought clearly still exceedingly energetic, it was clear that he wasn't going to sacrifice formality for anything. Naami straightened up and elbowed
Gavin Vel
in the ribs for his comment, then played it off like he hadn't.
"
Sir! Thank you for this opportunity. And please be sure to send thanks to Lady Nocturne too."
With manners seen to, Naami hustled toward one of the
fancy new transport shuttles the Diarchy now owned. It didn't seem to matter than physicially hurrying them through this wouldn't get them to their destination all that much faster. He settled in for the flight and was unusually talkative if his companions engaged him thusly.
When they disembarked onto the desert planet on Cantonica, near a major city center that he'd missed the name of, Naami needed to stretch his legs badly. He'd already typed
Micah tol Powl
a rather rambling message about their upcoming "assignment" and the color palettes that he was thinking of wearing for the event, as well as reporting the mundane details about the flight. Later he would look back on that and wonder what on earth possessed him to bore with Micah with a message like that. He'd chalk it up to too much soda and not enough sleep the night before.
"
The person- your uh tailor, they've probably already started working on stuff based on the measurements we've sent yeah?"
The boy was gazing out from the hangar to see as much of their surroundings that he could without jogging ahead.
"
Gav, what are you getting?" He turned to size his friend up and decided to add, "
Did you ask the big scary woman to go with you to the dance?"