>>5132004>>5132123>>5132455All your life that you could remember was a test. One after another. Success after success. You wouldn't stop now. You can take it, even if you fail, you will learn from it. Only losers stay down, you have struggled through worse. It isn't like they were going to shoot you for being uncharismatic. Taking a deep breath you addressed the duo. "Don't you two guys want to join me in front of the firing squad? It will make it more manageable." The pair of bastards laugh, almost falling into each others arms. "No thank you my good sir!" Alex said, declining the offer as Tony shook his head vigorously. Letting out a huff you were resigned to your fate. "I can't guarantee a success, however if i was able to talk with <span class="mu-i">her</span> and the two of you without getting in a fight I think I have a pretty good chance. Despite the clear disadvantage of numbers I face at the moment."
Tony hummed in thought, watching the girls as if he was weighing your chances of dying of embarrassment. "If nothing else we can all learn something from it, some ice can't be broken no matter how many times you try and certain people can't be trusted by us. It would be good to gauge their reactions to even friendly conversation. But for the moment don't act, look at what the others do. If they do something violent, feel free to join..." You ordered commandingly, "... maybe i will tell you their sizes later." You tacked on quietly after, ensuring only the three of you would hear the low low words. The fools grinned, and before you knew it they were both elbowing you like mad men. "Go on Champ!" "Go get them, tiger!" Being prodded from your seat the advancement began.
All of Alpha turns to watch you approach, the heavy artillery called in. Damn. You can't remember ever being in front of so many girls your own age. You were used to barely talking to adult women, you felt a little out of your depth. None glared at you, none giggled. They all watched you expectantly as you got closer, a single chair sat across from the sofas they lounged on. It hadn't been there when you first walked passed. A cold sweat ran down your neck, why was there a chair now? They watch you like hawks, faces stoic and giving nothing away. Charging through the artillery you made it to the chair. Right up to the damn dugout without saying any words. You wouldn't sit. Not yet, you needed the power position against so many clearly reserved young women. Resting a hand on the back of the chair you took up an almost inspiring pose. Like a general of antiquity.
