@tech-kingthomas
Now, Thomas was a student here way back when, he knew what it was like - it was quite a long time ago, but there were things people just didn’t forget and this place was one of them. Despite the hardships, it had some sort of appeal, clearly, because he was back here. In fact, he’d been here a good week and a half and so far, nobody’s managed to need him for anything - which was fine with him. He was an introvert through and through, and this was a very… physical place.
But whatever, he had his office, which he spend most of his time here decorating, and the little cart with his laptop on it when he inevitably had to figure out what was going wrong throughout the campus. Thomas figured that if he looked busy, typing away or with his phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder that nobody would bother him with any questions, especially not while he was on his lunch break where he was scarfing down quesadillas in the lounge. And he could sense it, eyes on his cart and someone about to invade his personal space. “Can I at least finish my lunch before you ask me why your laptop’s not printing, or whatever?” he asked, swallowing down the remnants of his food. “Try turning it on and off again in the meantime. Isn’t there a ball, later, shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“I knew it,” Leslie sighed heavily looking down at his brown suit. He really was trying to make an effort. But he didn’t know a thing about fashion or parties, let alone balls or Events like this. People kept calling it an ‘Event’ like it was something major and so he felt rather obligated to at least turn up for a little while.
“It’s not fancy enough, is it? Isn’t it? I didn’t want to spend money on a suit I was only going to wear once. Ah, i didn’t even want to go to this stupid party. I’ll be so under-dressed.” He’s almost forgotten why he approached the young man in the first place, getting so distracted with his self doubt over the suit in the first place. The theme just reminded him how much of an outsider he was as well. It was winter in new Zealand now, not summer. And not one bird themed mask specifically native to his homeland, a land full to bursting with birds. New Zealand was a lot smaller to the world than he’d thought. It was rather depressing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset your lunch... I’ll... Could you come by my office after you’ve finished?”
