Micah looked around for a place to change. He found a curtain like the one Mariko had disappeared behind on the opposite side of the room. He took all the clothes he was going to wear, deciding to still stick with the same outfit (he thought it looked cool).
(NOT BY A LOT!!!!!!)
(don't worry he'll keep it to himself)
(Micah is kind of intimidated by Marco)
(OOOOOh, yey!)
(he hasn't seen him with his hair cut yet so that'll be fun)
(Yeah, Marco's all looks. XD!)
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(No clue!)
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Mariko pulled back the curtain when she was done and checked herself out in a mirror. "I look so American and normal. Even my voice."
Phoebe grabbed a larger button down shirt for herself, and some black leggings as well as a pair of ankle boots. She put a string of faux pearls around her neck as well in an attempt to look like a businesswoman.
Marco buttoned up his shirt and put his jeans on. He kept his checkered Converse on.
Micah pulled on the trench coat and looked at himself in the small mirror behind the curtain. He grinned smugly, walking out to where everyone else was. He walked up to Mariko, his confidence draining when he looked over at Marco. Shoot. He'd cut his hair. He didn't look stupid now.
(XD!) Marco was practicing his facial expressions in the mirror. "This body really fits me. Thanks, Gramps!"
Phoebe picked up an eyeshadow palette and added some subtle silver, applying mascara and putting a touch of red lipstick on. There. She strode confidently back to Marco, Micah, and Mariko.
Jiji sighed, "Not Gramps, Benjiro, do not call me that. Say, Jiji, all of you." he threw a glance at Micah, "Except you. Micah-boy no call me Jiji."
Micah looked over at Mariko's grandfather and nodded slightly. "Thanks." His voice came out a little deeper than normal. "What am I supposed to call you then?"
Marco shrugged, "my mistake, Jiji." Marco turned to Mariko, "so. When are we leaving?"
Phoebe approached the group, running through a list of possible fake names in her head. Chloe, Sabrina, Alexa, Lexie, Marina, Lila, Francesca, Corinne..
(Oh. Marco should do that, XD!)
Marco always liked the name, Zeke. "Hey, peeps. I'm now known as Zeke."