The Ball

Preparations and awkwardness

Flug let out a harsh sign. The last thing he needed this week was random interactions with strangers. But his bull headed boss was pretty much forcing him to do so. What will even happen at this event? Will they all stick together or will they go do their own thing? 

Just the thought of being alone scared him, but so did the thought of being in public with Dementia and Blackhat seemed scarier. So either way, he's screwed. 

Flug pondered around his lab as he thought about excuses he can call upon to have him not go. He could claim to be sick-- but the others already seen him today and could see he was doing just fine... He could pour some sort of chemical onto himself and make himself temporarily  crippled--- that's too risky and painful...

As Flug still paced around his lab, a sudden outburst at his door occurred. BlackHat slammed it open with full force. 

"FLUG WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? WE'RE LEAVING IN AN HOUR AND YOU'RE STILL NOT READY!" Flug flinched back as his boss started stomping towards him. "I-I um??? Don't have anything to wear! I can't just go in my lab gear! It would be easier if I just stayed home!"

BlackHat grabbed the man by the wrist and took a gander at his scientist. "If you didn't have anything to wear then you should of just ASKED for something you IDIOT, come with me" BlackHat began dragging Flug around the mansion. 

They started taking twists and turns around the place till they ended up in some part of the mansion that Flug could of sworn he's never seen before. Which to his surprise, he was right. BlackHat refused to have his room near  the others --- mainly because of Dementia. in fact, the others were pretty much convinced that the beast didn't even need sleep just because of the simple fact he didn't seem to have a room. Which in fact, this room, was not a bed room but a huge closet. Sure it was the size of a bedroom but, no bed.

BlackHat quickly pushed Flug into the closet and rushed in behind him .

"Can't believe you just now told me you have nothing to wear. You're lucky we're pretty much the same height. Go ahead and pick something before I do it for you! Anything to get out of those rags you have on." Flug looked around the room, it was full of all sorts of suits and even some casual attire. He began to walk towards the dark turtle necks but took a step back when his boss gave him a scowl of disapproval. 

"U-um?? Is this good enough?" Flug held out a suit that was a baby blue. It was hard to even think BlackHat had this in his closet. Has it ever been worn?

BlackHat rolled his eyes "Only if you wanna look like a ninny in public, if so then be my guest." Flug huffed and put the suit where he found it. He wondered around the many suits, till he found one that was a little similar to his boss', he picked it up but instantly put it back.

"OO OO!! NO, WEAR THAT ONE!!! THAT ONE'S A PERSONAL FAVORITE." Flug looked back at his boss with confusion in his eyes. "If you like it so much, why don't you wear it sir? I'm sure it'll looks better on you than it would on me." BlackHat scoffed "I already HAVE a suit for the dance Flug. Even though that one is nice, this one I have on is better. Plus, it resembles my suit a bit so you might as well look like we're in the same company, yes?" 

Flug scratched his head at the thought ((well more like the top of his bag, but you get it)) "I don't see why not... Do you have a changing room or---"

"What do you mean, this is the changing room" BlackHat said with a blank face. Flug wrinkled his nose at what he was implying. "Well can you like--- go?? so I can change??" BlackHat simply wrinkled his non existent nose back as if he knew Flug did it previously. "Why? Does my presence BOTHER you??"