Mark begins to sweat when they ask if he wants to join them, since they see he's all alone. His phone hasn't buzzed at all, which means Yugyeom is probably murdering someone at DDR. What's his name, how old is he, where's he from, is he Japanese.
When Mark barely mumbles a reply, they begin to ask evasive and personal questions. He doesn't know why they assume Itachi is his favorite male character. They begin to ask him his favorite Naruto character -which he finds stupid when he’s dressed as his favorite but he digresses- and ask if he really did see the entire 500+ episodes or just the episodes with Itachi in them. Mark just wanted to enjoy the con in peace. They take a couple pictures and thank him, before they crowd into his space. He gives a small smile and nods, before he takes his tissue paper-made twin lions and gets into a fighting stance for them. He looks up and behind him and sees two taller guys, " Hey can we get a picture?" Mark takes a cute selfie and proceeds to text Yugyeom, to try and meet up again when he gets a tap on the shoulder. His Hinata cosplay came out pretty cool for it being made the night before and held together by 10 sticks of hot glue. As he wipes his hands clean with a napkin he takes out his phone and gently fixes his blunt bangs. Mark just finished his bacon rolled hotdog, and it was perfect, regardless of the disgusting heat outside and the overprice of it. And who think they have a chance at dating him simply because he doesn't say no, or respond to them really. But no, he has to be confused for an actual girl by guys who proceed to mansplain his character. He just wants to be a pretty anime girl in peace. This is really the only downside to his.preferred form of cosplay. But he mostly regrets ditching Yugyeom for an overpriced hotdog, because now hes cornered by two fucking losers who somehow want to get into he pants. He regrets not bringing a wide tooth comb to brush out his long black wig.
He regrets packing so much makeup stuff for an 'emergency' instead of two water bottles. He regrets not putting little insoles on his black heeled sandals, because the old worn leather is digging into his feet everytime he walks. He regrets many things about today, if he's being honest.
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