Razekiel felt no shame that he was recognized beneath his futile costume, though he could only wonder what it was that gave him away so immediately. Kaena was quick to invite him closer while Anselm extended a wholehearted yet wobbly greeting; the red-faced prince grinned ear to ear beneath the sanctity of the white cloth. "Score, man! 's not a party 'till the pot gets naughty!" Razekiel exclaimed, eyes twinkling at the newly-acquired ability to see and the first sight he saw, that being the pile of marijuana pushed neatly to the side. The smell of hookah and alcohol was not foreign to him, but only vaguely occurred in his swirling, though mellowed, mind. Alcohol was not his substance of choice; he much preferred marijuana and cigarettes, but was an all-accepting druggie and boozer. It was odd, however, to see his mother under the influence -- but the thought occurred to him only briefly at first, developing more and more as he watched her interact with appearing individuals.
So these were the faces of Inferni: another girl, another male, and a stumpy one. He was promptly ignored by the first girl who entered, a haughty type who was extravagantly dressed; Razekiel stared at her longingly at first, but soon hiccuped and moved on. She mentioned the mansion as being her home; he made a mental note not to get familiar with it. Even drugged, he was not one for pretty faces with nothing underneath; they were the least likely to treat Mother Earth right. He simply watched the other two as he appeared, noting his mother's reaction to the inquiring male. He was all for freedom and curiosity of children, but was the child so comfortable with they and their drugs? He supposed, in the end, he hadn't been much different with his own children; even as an infant, it had been obvious to both he and Ocean Flower that China Rose was fond of the smell of pot. He hadn't seen his children in a while, now; they were a few months older than that, and mostly likely following in their parents' wobbly footsteps.
He pushed away the reminisce of Juniper Peace and returned to the party in one swift move. "Samhain is smash central, man," the stoner exclaimed to the one called Hybrid, or so he assumed -- perhaps it was a nickname his mother found oddly hilarious. "Celebratin' Mother Earth's lost children watchin' over us!" Razekiel peered through the misshapen holes that allowed his sight and flailed his arms once more: "Whooooooo, man!"