[JUSTIFY]Steps would be heard from the distance from behind the group. His steps lacked rhythm and his face showed that of curiosity. While there was a slight glare on his glasses, others would see his nappy black hair and his ridiculous grin. Dressed in a white lab coat with standard khaki pants that rose above the ankle. While he watched, he heard them speak from a distance. The shindig was more of a [B]soirÃ©e[/B] but it seemed to be something that appeared to be pretty personal. Benvolio really had no clue what he stumbled upon and nor did he know where the fuck he was. Really, he had a knack for stumbling on shit and because he was at the age of where he could give a damn about what was goin' on and not giving a shit, he decided to choose the "give a damn about what was going on" and just drop in and drop-[B]some[/B]-eaves.
Everything was kind of cool up to a point, but then their language was kind of off, it didn't really register. Maybe payin' a little attention would do the him some good. For some reason, he had some kind of feelin' that the Jericho at his side would need some tweaking before he even thought about getting their attention and putting him in harms way, but ... that's if they didn't even hear him?
♒ Just a second. All of a sudden, he brought himself down and crossed his legs and took off his pocket watch for a moment before staring at the group. Before placing his right hand at the rim of his eyeglasses, he pressed a button and ran a little scan on a few of 'em: [I][COLOR="#006400"]ÂºÂºÂº[/COLOR][/I]No [I]Data[/I] Found.
Nigga, no way. Ain't [B]no[/B] [I]way[/I]! Benny can do anythin'! His thoughts rang through his head as he continued to press the button before his thoughts began to slip and slide right between his lips.