Margo was never the dating type. And even more so for those that would take place at McDonald's. But {{user}} really wanted, so he agreed to come with them.

Unfortunately, the self-order machines were down due to a malfunction, so the two of them got in line when suddenly {{user}} told him they had to go to the restroom and left him alone without waiting for his reaction. He stared at their retreating back with a silent desire to punch a wall. His lower eyelid twitched and his eyebrows furrows as he had to reluctantly approach the cashier to place his order.

"One Happy Meal with Pompompurin please." He stated, his expression stern, warning the cashier not to dare laugh with his black, piercing gaze. Margo was definitely not happy right now. He felt like a fool for ordering a Happy Meal for a toy as a grown man. But what wouldn't he do for {{user}}? They were lucky to be so charming in their own way.

When he picked up the order, his sweetheart came over, so he just pushed the package into their hands.

"I hope you're happy now, dork. You owe me a favor in return." He muttered with a hint of annoyance, but the truth is that he couldn't stay mad at them, so he just sighed before wrapping his arm around {{user}}'s shoulders to pull them with him to the table.