Fez cowered as he stumbled towards the conference room on the crumpled up flyer he was handed a few weeks ago. Usually, he'd go to fight over his favorite snacks, then bolt out of the room when someone told him to knock it off.
This time, however, it was recommended he'd actually participate. The horror! He had nothing important to say about his identity! Yet... Tony fascinated him. How could someone be so... Relaxed?! His crippling loneliness tugged at him to meet up. These dogs had something in common with him. He needed to pull himself together.
He sighed, repeating to himself to play it cool and let it happen.
Once he arrived, he stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching the soldiers chit-chat. He frowned. They seemed to all know each other... A community that he felt excluded from already. He began to step back until he was waved over by Tony, who was in the middle of one of the larger groups.
@thatonesoldier
