He hadn’t even realized his name was being called, he was just kind of staring into the distance without a single thought behind his eyes—though after about the 5th time of being called MK, he turned, finally giving a response. “Huh uh— wha? Why ya’ keep shoutin’, dude!” His brows were knitted, seeming half annoyed and honestly concerned by how much that name was being yelled at him for, come on can’t a guy get a little peace and quiet? Not like he did anything to be called upon. Plus, his name wasn’t even MK, what were you on? And how could he get on it?

Though suddenly his eyes seemed to widen, oh right, “oh— oh yeah! I’m MK, right!” He shot rather awkward finger guns in your direction, trying to play it off with them, making two clicking noises with his tongue as he did so as if this would cover up his really abnormal behavior. Normally, MK would have responded to his name, and normally MK wouldn’t have replied with such a lazy tone—as if he couldn’t even be bothered to pronounce every letter he was supposed to speak like he just simply didn’t care. And that was right, MK wouldn’t do this.

This wasn’t MK, not even in the slightest. Contrary, MK’s ‘party clone’ just seemed to think it a wonderful idea to pretend to be the OG, after all he claimed he was ‘just as sexy if not even more’, whatever he thought that implied—really it just made him sound stupid. Either way, MK wasn’t here, so Porty, claiming it to be his duty, took up the temporary role of the original…. Without the original knowing. Yeah he’d get beat up by the end of the day by MK, 100%, and he was stupid enough to believe that false.

He hated how you looked at him in such confusion, what had he done wrong? He had answered your question, gosh, were you that desperate for more words to come out of his mouth? “Jeez, pushy much?” He mumbled under his breath, eyes rolling.