When it came to first impressions, Merope quite often failed utterly at making good ones. First, there was his
visual appearance himself. While he did have eye-catching cyan markings that glowed, quite often they were dull and unglowing in appearance. The fact he was an undead in and of itself with his obvious rank rotting flesh didn't help matters either. Secondly, as he was of the aquatic nature, the distinct smell of fish long past their pull date was more than enough to announce his presence long before he showed his partially skeletal face. Thirdly? Merope was
late.
It wasn't just a minute. It was several minutes that piled up somewhere between five and ten when the undead finally appeared, flicking water free from his fins. "Sorry! Sorry," he winced, fins held tightly against him to make himself appear smaller. "I got... I was... Uh, never mind."
Merope looked down at the ground, embarrassed. There were several reasons why he signed up for the program, and to show up like this... He hoped he didn't just ruin his chances at it.