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Jacket? Check. Pants? Check. Belt? Check. Boots? Check. Tentacles? Check.
Teal obsessively smoothed and straightened all of his clothes to be extra, extra sure that they looked good. There was no room for error today. He would have to look his freshest if he stood any chance of succeeding. Not that he was ever not fresh, of course. After checking everything again for what had to be the hundredth time, he grabbed his roller and headed out.
He tried to look confident yet nonchalant as he stood waiting for the match to finish. When the whistle sounded, he could feel his heart start racing. It seemed like it was going to take forever. Teal took that time to worry about his outfit and whether or not he had polished his weapon enough.