[h1][center][b][color=0072bc]D-A[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[b][i][color=0072bc]"S'cuse me."[/color][/i][/b] The cyborg said as he zipped past several halls of the Headquarters, not even bothering to say sorry or check to see some of the people he'd bumped into. One of them even shouted at him but he could've really cared less, [b][i][color=0072bc]"I'll just say sorry later. Not my problem..."[/color][/i][/b] He had a bad habit of making late appearances whenever meetings were concerned, a thing he carried over from his school days. He scoffed when he thinks that some things refuse to change about people, but he really wasn't in any position to judge. 

Scooting over another hall, the mechanical young man thought to himself that he wasn't even late. The thought repeating itself inside his head, first impressions are always good, and arriving late would just ruin it. After picking up the pace, he had found his face meeting with the door to the briefing room. Pausing for a few moments to gussy up, he entered the room only to see...

[color=0072bc][b][i]"Oh Great..."[/i][/b][/color]

He groaned as he saw Tickles McGee and their great leader doing...Whatever it is what Tickles does best. Putting one of his palms in his face, he just took the nearest seat and tried to forget what was currently happening. Thankfully, he wasn't late, well...At least he doesn't think so, I mean there were still lots of seats open and there were only five guys, counting him. One of them, Lux, (was that his name? D-A doesn't remember.) asked what they're going to do now. D-A responded with, [b][i][color=0072bc]"Beats me. You guys can think of anything fun we can do while waiting?"[/color][/i][/b] He glanced at T.H. once and didn't even wait for him to look back. [b][i][color=0072bc]"Preferably an activity that DOESN'T include tickling of any sorts."[/color][/i][/b]