By the time Monty arrives, March wants to disappear. He's not shy, not really, he's just… Anti-social and overwhelmed. Yes. That. The tiny girl hands him a napkin full of macaroons for July, which he honestly finds quite sweet. (No pun intended.) He didn't have to ask, either, which makes it all the better.“T-thank you!”
He mutters in hasty reply, wrapping the macaroons in the napkin neatly. They taste good, according to Minkyu--Minkyu who is currently ignoring him, though not unkindly--so March sneaks a crumb. Very tasty, though admittedly, he prefers savory treats. He eats one anyway, because if he is bringing them home for July then there must be some sort of tax. Maybe he's just a mean brother.
Since Minkyu is busy eating macaroons and looking awkward, March figures he can disappear into that kitchen. He turns to leave, tucking away July's sweets, when Minkyu yells “MONTY!”
Caught terribly off guard, (as Minkyu never yells,) March leaps in the air in surprise and loses half his macaroons to the floor. Slick. Very slick. He is unbelievably proud of himself! Thankfully, it's just Monty--he could hug
Monty right now, because he actually does dishes--so he scrambles along the floor to grab any lost macaroons without too much embarrassment. (His ears are bright pink, but not his cheeks. This is improvement.)"Long time, no see you two! Did you miss me?"
Yes. March would seriously hug him, except there are people watching and the more he thinks about it the worse of an idea it is. So instead, he just grunts out “Yeah.”
Anything that even resembles an endearing statement in the slightest is reserved for his mother and siblings only. And then only April and September and occasionally January, since only they bother to be nice to him.
Distracted by practically everything, March doesn't even notice Mari until he looks up from where he is crouching on the floor with macaroons. Besides the fact that the first time he saw her she fell and bled from her nose everywhere, he knows nothing about her. However, she seems shy, small, and actually young (sorry, tiny girl) so his older brother instincts kick in. Then his “run away” instincts kick in, and he decides he still
would like to do just that."G... G... G-G-Good morning, e-e-everyone!"
After this initial--and rather loud--squeak, March's brotherly instincts come right back and he decides to say “Morning,”
with a smile to go with it. He is definitely getting better at this socializing thing.
Finally, he hauls himself up off the floor. The bell on the door jingles again.
March wants to die."Um...hello? I would like a table."
At this point, everything has become too much, so March lets out and exasperated noise and puts his face in his hands. “I haven't even started prepping food yet…”