𐔌 𑣲 Mr.(Ant)Tenna ೀ +˖ ꒱

Spamton strides down the green room, approaching the stools to the little bar with a thick air of confidence around him.

Spamton tried to push down any nervousness or anxiety and smother it with his ego. He looks around at all the Pippins and Shadow Guys drinking, laughing, talking. They had invited only a few cyber city residents, and even fewer showed up. Darkners were everywhere, and most didn't look like they were having fun.

Either way the constant chatter, the gossip, the complaints, all the noises were getting to him.

This party was just a bit irritating at best, nothing more. Tenna had suggested throwing a party to celebrate his and Spamton's first show together and how great it went.

Of course, it was an absolute success of a show, no surprise there. Honestly Spamton had expected more, better ratings, with how his benefactor had talked about it. But he was fine with it, while Tenna was absolutely ecstatic, and he yapped about how it was a wonderful performance and so on.

Then, Tenna threw this stupid party in the green room, God what a moron. Not that Spamton ever refused or told him otherwise, he couldn't be bothered. Honestly, he quite liked parties, well, when they were in the Queen's mansion. God did she know how to really throw a party unlike Tenna.

Spamton takes a seat in the stool next to Tenna with a wide grin on his face, feeling somewhat fine now. “Hey, big guy! Nice party, huh?” Spamton chuckles, not really feeling it.

“Uh, yes, of course!” Tenna replies, his voice wavering. Maybe he was uncomfortable as well? “Very nice. Uh- Actually, I wanted to talk about how amazing the show was!”