#ft.marion

[somehazydaze]

Dammit this gala was a drag. Apart from the free food and booze. Everything here was pretty much stuffy as Malakai expected it to be. He was doing an alright job being lowkey despite wearing a loud ass mask on his face...and maybe for not having the most fanciest shoes on...and maybe for bouncing from boring ass conversations that literally made him yawn out loud. My oh my, he literally hated being here.

Thank god for the seven hour playlist playing in his ear, as catches himself bobbing to his sweet, sweet tunes. Rihanna's Bitch Better Have My Money started playing in his ear. An icon really. He started to get into the song before he caught sight of someone who started to talk to him. Malakai could hear, as he was not that rude to wear both airpods in. He hated classical music.It was not like he was antisocial or anything.

Malakai manages to catch what they were saying. Lightly tapping his airpod to pause is."Normally...I would say it's getting hot in here cause of me," Malakai half chuckles,"But I don't feel like my sense of humor flies with many peeps around here.Or really appropriate." He tries to break the ice and distract a little."Um hey...have you ever played the senses game before? You know like when you say 5 things you see, four things you hear, three things you can touch, two smell and one taste?" He offers instead, knowing the useful technique to help calm someone down. Maybe it could be some use here, Malakai hoped.

Nerves. is all she could feel upon receiving her gaudy invitation to the gala. she expected nothing less all things considered. The knowledge that they knew of her― classified her as an EO― was an incursion of her privacy. Forcefully they thrusted her into the spotlight; not for her work; or development in space science that she helmed. But rather what she could do with these unnatural abilities. For six years she kept a tight lip of her new, skills. The last three she delved into what she could do― how powerful she could be. It scared her- no person, no mortal should have this kind of dominion. How odd to hate the very thing that saved your life. her attendance was begrudging on. her part, dawn in white from head to toe she snatched up a champagne flute quickly. Emptying the contents about halfway finally feeling the coil tight in the pit of her stomach loosen. Her breathing labored. cautious eyes found a cursory gaze behind a mask and she offered a tight smile. " It's warm in here. Though I suppose chugging alcohol would exacerbate the heat," she said fanning herself with her clutch, trying to cool the overheated skin of her collarbone. Breathe Marion, just breathe.