[center][img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Kf5e_wJtP0E/hqdefault.jpg[/img][/center] [color=2e3192][center][h1]π•Έπ–†π–—π–Œπ–” 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖆[/h1][/center][/color] [hr] Shit there it went, Margo just had to open up his big fat mouth. Maybe this approach was all a Mistake. The look of puzzlement on the guy's face didn't help his feelings either. Christ christ christ. He bit his lip as the guy cocked a brow and acknowledged him. Margo wasn't sure how exactly his face was supposed to look but he could only imagine he looked like a scared squirrel or something as the man responded, he seemed somewhat amused at first so that's good right? [color=00a651]"Margo, huh?"[/color] Margo sat up even straighter if that was even possible he scratched the back of his head nervously as he nodded, yep that's him.[color=00a651] "Please don't call me G.I. Joe. We're not soldiers after all..."[/color] Joke didn't land. Abort mission! Abort mission! Fight or flight were the only two things that were flashing in Margo's head as he cringed out how badly this interaction was panning out. He sputtered a moment thinking of how exactly to respond before the final blow came in[color=00a651] "Take care of you?"[/color]. Oh sweet kami, He didn't think it was cute at all. No no, no don't take it seriously. He squeaked deep in his throat as he swore he could feel a hole opening up under him to swallow him. God if only he could just slither away from here back to his bedroom like a snake. But wait! there's more! gets even better as a ginormous, Foreign WOMAN sat beside the man. Margo was already writing his eulogy to the stray cats he made friends with to read at his funeral as he shuddered at her gaze.' That woman totally thinks I'm an inferior rat too her,' he thought to feel depressed as he piped in as well [color=9e0b0f]"Perhaps if you need to ask someone to take care of you, you should find another line of work."[/color]. The final nail in the coffin. Margo slumped in his seat as heard Takai give...some sort of empathetic encouragement[color=00a651] "Kaz, please. I get what you're trying to say, but sometimes we do need a little pick-me-up."[/color] Margo smiled at that, ah there ya go- [color=00a651]"I'm not going to babysit you if that's what you are asking for. I'm an Operator, I'll point you in the right directions here and there, but it's not in my job description to make sure you get everything right. I suggest you learn that skill yourself or you might find yourself in a bit of a tough spot within the next few days."[/color] SIgh. Was it a crime to wanna be cute and flirty? Margo wanted to make a great come back. Hell, he was so witty and funny and mean to his customers back at the gala...Why was he sitting here like a scolded puppy in front of two lions? Before he could even muster up the courage Takai muttered something about blah blah blah importance of something something something and took his leave. Margo turned to talk to the Jolly Green Giant but she got up too and clapped her Man hand on his shoulder [color=9e0b0f]"I apologize. You will do fine.[/color]. Margo stuck his tongue out at the woman. Prudes, all of them prudes. They all looked down at him and underestimated him... as expected. Margo sat up and stood. people were leaving the mess hall left and right. Fuck. This really didn't go well. Margo covered his face with his hand. "[color=0054a6]"Its okay man, you got this, so what, your show fell slat, but like mama always said, just give em an encore[/color]" He forced back a confident smile as he jogged in place. he's got this! He will prove his worth! He has more motive being here in his pinky than the entire body of a ton of those people. Margo slowly trudged his way back to the Dorms, the feeling of rejection still fresh in his chest he traced his hand along the wall. Pondering on what exactly he should do to make some sort of positive connection with at least [1]Someone[/1]. With a small sigh, he took down his hair and rushed to his room. Maybe some sit-ups and squats will make him feel tough or something. However, before he could reach his door he saw the message board on the main hall. he stared a moment as he read carefully. Maybe there was some sort of training workshop or something... He huffed as he rose an eyebrow. "A tea party?!" Margo had never been to a Tea party before...wait why the hell is there a tea party at the NSF base..shouldn't everyone be like...having dramatic training montages or something? Margo checked the time and squeaked. Well if he's gonna go he's gotta do it soon. The boy rushed into his dorm and typed away in his laptop [i]what to wear at tea party[/i] All of the results were traditional yukatas and kimonos or the western alternative was filly dresses and dress shirts. He bit his lip as he looked through his closet. A lot of these would get him dress coded that is if there was one. Margo hissed as he tossed his clothes around only to find something somewhat resembling a kimono, a thin silk black long robe that ties around the body into a dress. He smiled as he held it against himself in the mirror.[color=0054a6]"okay, hottie knock em dead"[/color] He kissed the mirror and began to change, throwing his hair up in a bun with some combs in an attempt to look somewhat fancy and classy. Hell, this street rat has classy as his middle name. With a bit of lipgloss and a couple more coats of Mascara he left his dorm and headed out to this supposed party. This could be a good chance for him. He blindly wandered a bit before stumbling upon the garden, bingo. Margo hesitantly made his way over to the group, taking in the obstacles of the day, fuck...most of them were foreigners, how the hell will he impress Ken dolls with his magazine and early 200's textbook English? At there was [i]SOME[/i] Asian people there....in goddamn Tokyo. There was the Large man, Takashi he was a respected specialist, someone who you ought to respect..however that was all he recognized. Margo slowly made his way closer to the crowd as the 'party' began,[color=2e3192]"Welcome, minna-san. Shall we begin High Tea? Today's selection comes from the fresh bounty of the season. We have roasted green tea, chestnuts and pralines along with a selection of cookies I am sure you will enjoy long with traditional tea biscuits. As for pies, we have strawberry and rhubarb, sweet potato and carrot and of course, apple and pecan pie. Take off your coats, have a seat and we shall begin."[/color] He slowly approached the table, unsure whether to engage just yet as he was mesmerized by the teas and sweets that were spread among the table. Wow. so fancy. All the parties he ever went to were in hot crowded clubs, where men and women alike would crowd and grind together as booming music played. This however...was way different. He smiled as he took a look at the cutely decorated cookies and treats, hesitating if he really should reach out and grab for one. He must look ridiculous everyone was dressed so nice. Fuck! everyone was dressed so nice! he looked like he was heading to a club. sure his dress hit his knee but maybe the blue eyeshadow was a bit much... damn. his attention was drawn to a robotic woman...dressed in a beautiful kimono. man he wished he looked like that... god hed kill for a pair like hers too. he snickered to himself at the thought as he listening in [color=39b54a]"Good afternoon and thank you for the invitation Skygge-san.'[/color] ooh that woman was smooth. margo sniffed a scent that made him nostalgic as he looked around hurriedly, where did it come from, he spotted a huge foreign man with a cigarette. mmm, the smell of smoke was so pleasant. He slowly made his way over to the man, unsure if he should sit, he made the pitch of his voice a bit feminine as to not shock the man too bad as he mustered up the best English he could [color=0054a6]"Wow super cool smoke, guy"[/color] he said in a very broken but confident cadence. He smiled proudly man! that English was so good! hell, he sounded like a natural! [@MK2][@Smike][@GrizzTheMauler]