Maxxie was not too sure about wearing stuff like this. Oh, it was nice. He liked nice clothes. But he often preferred his loose shirts and tight pants, all the better to move around in when he danced. But he didn't mind the tux once he put it on and looked at himself in the mirror. Several times, in fact. One of his little quirks. He guessed it would be like doing a play for the school or something.
He was still unsure why he was here or exactly how, or even if he could get back. It was unfortunate that his friends weren't around here. Hopefully he would be provided with an art set, some paper, pencils, and such. Though he wouldn't mind some fun with a hot young guy instead.. but maybe later. Or soon, depending on how things went. Times like this that he wondered if things with Tony could have went better than it did during that Russia trip. Oh well, no sense in pondering that now. Taking another breath as he checked himself again at the mirror, he had left his room and made his way to the event, taking a seat at the table.