My gawd I got so far behind. I'll try to prevent this from happening in the future T^T)
"I'm fine. Just... Had a wardrobe malfunction," The young blonde joked nervously, fixing the weaponry on the racks next to him. With a sigh, he pat the guns, still upset he had caused them to fall. Jacqueline would make it up to the owners later by cleaning them. That sounded reasonable. "Thank you," His silver eyes glanced over at the taller male standing in front of him. No doubt a Phenomenon member, seeing as they were at headquarters. His name wasn't clicking inside the teen's head. Scratching his head sheepishly, Jacqueline fixed himself, pulling his pants up and patting off unseen dust from his body.
At the sound of his name being said, the blonde turned to see Iris and he smiled lightly. "Hey Iris," His silence returned as a slight awkwardness fell over him. Again, the guns seem to have fallen and Jacqueline went right to picking them up. Each action was hesitant as he placed them on their shelves. Pale hands lingered for a bit, making sure the weaponry stayed put. "Stay," His voice was soft, almost like talking to a dog, that you couldn't yell at, that just wanted to follow you. This habit repeated every so often, trying to make extra sure that they wouldn't topple over again.
"I uhm..." The teen turned towards the two and tried to speak. "I best be off. I have an assignment that I should begin prepping for and such," Jacqueline bowed his head. "Thank you again," With that, he mumbled a quick excuse me, and hurried off in the direction he was heading. The poor teen felt embarrassed a bit. Not only had old habits returned, mumbling to inanimate objects, but also he had made a fool of himself in front of the others. With a sigh, he slowed down his pace and walked along the halls. Right now he should be worrying about his assignment. The next person who was going to die by the hands of Jacqueline Micheal Fawn.