Marcus, entirely naked, leaned against his kitchen counter casually, sipping a cup of coffee absolutely loaded with sugar and creamer, and why wouldn’t he? He was entirely alone in his apartment, save for Scarlet of course, his weavile. Life was pretty good actually. It was going to be an easy day. Just run to the store and stock up on moo moo milk. He always got a bit of a weird feeling when he drank that stuff, but hey - It’s delicious. So who cares? And of course! Today was the reopening of the Radio Tower! And also his first day on the job…
Shit.
Twenty minutes later and he’s ready for war. Or, well, work. Aha! Just one last thing to accomplish. Marcus raced to the bathroom, brushing his teeth for the third time that morning. He smiled into the mirror - Immaculate as always. After spending a few minutes making weird faces into the mirror, Marcus practiced his smile just one last time.
“Fuck that bullshit about eyes. Teeth are the window to the soul.” He blinked at himself.
“In that case… my soul must be pure as a damn angel.” And so, Marcus began to march out of his apartment, snagging a handful of hard caramels from the bowl on the kitchen table on his way, and popping one into his mouth. The rest always went into his pocket for later, and the bowl always stayed stocked. Scarlet stayed close behind her master, never trailing too far behind him. He keeps her safe.
A short walk later, and there he was. Marcus took in the sight of the majestic Goldenrod Radio Tower with pleasure.
“Scarlet… I’m nervous as all hell right now. With that being said… Let’s go!” The pair marched their way into the tower, got into an elevator, got off on a random floor - Marcus had a good feeling about it - and promptly got themselves lost wandering the halls.
“Okay Scarlet, new plan. Let’s look for somebody.” The pair once again marched their way around the tower, eventually finding a sole recording booth that seemed to have garnered considerable attention from a few individuals. Popping another caramel into his mouth, Marcus approached the group. Sadly, Plan B seemed to be doomed to failure as well. The group was already engaged in some sort of conversation. Well, might as well make the most of this time. Marcus studied each individual carefully. There seemed to be a fairly attractive woman with a thing for red, an angry looking guy in a trench coat, another woman leaning over a mic, and some guy that seemed really tired out. Marcus smiled genuinely. At least they seemed interesting.