who: @xsorakim when: during convocation dinner. where: grand hall.
Marcello had his hands shoved deep into his pockets, noticeably irritated that his parents were parading him around the room to socialize and mingle with the other parents. His gaze barely lifted from the floor until he heard his father greet another family. “Mr. Kim,” his father’s gruff voice called, and Marcello’s eyes immediately shot up to look at the man whose kids Marcello was constantly pestering. Whatever associations his father had with the Kim family, he was not eager to have his actions pushed in the middle of it. “I’m leaving. Bathroom,” he quipped nonchalantly, quickly turning on his heels to admittedly run away from the Kim’s. Except he felt his mother tightly grasp his shoulder, a warning that he would undoubtedly pay if he were to leave now.
“Your daughter looks absolutely ravishing, doesn’t she, Marcello?”his mother said coolly, her cold eyes turning and peering into her son’s as she practically forced him to agree. “Yes,” he eventually forced out quietly, knowing his respond failed to meet the expectations of his mother. Regardless of how upset his parents would be, he wasn’t going to boost Sora’s ego even more than it already was.