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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Control Room
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Jackson ([@SomewhatAverage]) & Jessica ([@FacePunch]) 
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Denial → Uncomfortable → Awkward [/center][hr]
[center]Harold was humming one of his favorite Disney songs, 'Once Upon a December' from the movie Anastasia. Which is probably his favorite movie created by them. He ended the last note in a very low whisper, making him wince. He was in the process of changing from his casual wear into more comfortable clothing. He sigh aggressively as his slender almost lady-like hands kept fumbling on the buttons of his shirt. He cheered with joy achieving this simple task and slid into his blue adidas shirt. The shirt was skin tight which made him feel a bit embarrassed since it exposed his slender waist and toned stomach. [color=#FFD75B][i]I really should invest in a not so revealing shirt...[/i][/color] he blushed slightly looking down at his stomach. He proceeded to remove his pants and put on his gray joggers. He went over to a mirror and examined his figure...[color=#FFD75B]"D-Did..."[/color] He stuttered. Either his butt got bigger or these joggers strunk in the wash, [color=#FFD75B]"Y-Yeah they just shrunk hahaha."[/color] Now he not only has slightly large thighs but now his bum is getting bigger. He left the changing room in full denial, whispering to himself that he should pay closer attention when washing his clothes. His head snapped to the door, watching it open with Jackson peeking inside. 

"[color=868324][b]Well, I'm glad that I'm not alone in here,[/b][/color]" He sighed, Harold gave a faint chuckle in response. He's so stupid for coming so early, now a stampede of people will rush inside making him uncomfortable and too stressed to work out and practice. Jackson asked something about if he was the only one thinking it wasn't the weekend. Harold raised an eyebrow, [color=#FFD75B]"I'm pretty sure you're not the only one. There are more people in this academy that are unorganized and incompetent like yourself."[/color] He stated, he was trying to make small talk but he ended up insulting him. [color=#FFD75B][i]Great job Harold, you're a natural.[/i][/color] He gaped his mouth so he could apologize and was interrupted by Jessica entering the room. He grumbled, the storm of people was just beginning. He started to contemplate about just leaving the room and going else where. 

He made the decision to just stay and actually try to converse, make a couple of friends. He cringed slightly when she greeted them, he could just feel the atmosphere pressuring him to just go grab his bag and storm out of the room. He knew that she wished she didn't have to speak to anyone and the room would have zero people inside. The feeling was mutual. Harold gave her a delicate smile, [color=#FFD75B]"Good morning to you also, you look great this morning."[/color] He complemented. He didn't know if she would complement him back, ignore the complement, or tell him not to not say things like that anymore. Most likely the third choice. 

He remembered his exterior look and started to back away, moving his hand to behind him. He began to feel around trying to search for the wall, he didn't need any comments for his outfit. He stopped because his left foot was close to hitting the heel of his right, which would result in him falling and looking like a real idiot. He needed to say something or there will just be overwhelming silence,[color=#FFD75B] "How about this um... this weather lately?"[/color] He wanted to bang his head on a wall. Even though he asked that failed attempt at a conversation starter he still stood with his straight posture and still looked professional. Except his outfit threw off the whole "professional" look.[/center]