[It's a little unnerving, the way Louis can go so still, so careful. There's something about him even still that whispers "other, inhuman, potential danger", but Koby doesn't feel the need to remain on alert, to keep himself ready to run. He lowers his head over his work, bare throat and bare shoulders, and doesn't think about the risk for even a moment.

Because it's Louis. Because Louis would never hurt him or allow him to be hurt. Koby knows a few things, here, and there's a whole, whole lot eh doesn't know, but one of the former is that Louis is trustworthy. So he continues with his little blue waves, circling one wrist, then traveling up towards Louis's elbow.]

Mardi Gras. [Koby repeats it in quiet relief, recognizing the word and knowing damn well he would've said the "s" the way it's written in the books. The languages of this world are beyond him, sometimes, though he's endlessly grateful that he can read "English" fairly well.] It sounds amazing, if it brings people from all over the world. What's it celebrating? Or is it just for fun? What sorts of festivities -- parties and parades and shows and things like that?