Striking a fine balance between teenaged ennui and assistantly eagerness, Mikodez comes right up to the official and flourishes his clunkiest tablet with the dance studio's practice schedule visible.
"I'm supposed to meet someone on this floor that knows the dance studio so they can look everything over or whatever so we can finally finalize the space. Actually, can you help me set this up?" He crouches for one box, half opening it to show the frame components within, like he's about to unpack all the crates right here. "My boss, you know how -- do you know how the Andan get? They hate it when you get sarcastic! Like they want a monopoly on sarcasm, along with everything else."
[uh, sorry, maybe the security people saw Mikodez go back and forth between the ship so many times they just started waving him through?]
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Date: 2017-11-11 03:25 am (UTC)"I'm supposed to meet someone on this floor that knows the dance studio so they can look everything over or whatever so we can finally finalize the space. Actually, can you help me set this up?" He crouches for one box, half opening it to show the frame components within, like he's about to unpack all the crates right here. "My boss, you know how -- do you know how the Andan get? They hate it when you get sarcastic! Like they want a monopoly on sarcasm, along with everything else."
[uh, sorry, maybe the security people saw Mikodez go back and forth between the ship so many times they just started waving him through?]