Marcus heard his phone ding again, then picked it up and replied. "6 o'Small Ben work for you?" he sent, still scowling at the television. She was probably in her little ufo right now, planning and plotting on how to overthrow humans. She would definitely eat his skull controls, if he wasn't careful enough. Or was that zombies? Whatever. Marcus put his phone back down and started to think about the actual date. He needed to look noice, do his hair, be the perfect guy for her. Marcus was actually a really good actor. He had to be. His anger would get him in trouble if he wasn't careful to hide it most of the time. So he would dress up, act charming, and the first date would go well. Then, he would strike. And he would surprise adoption this "Cassie."
As soon as her phone dinged, Cassie had it in her hand, reading the text eagerly. "6 o'Small Ben works perfectly for me! I'll meet you there!" She texted back, a bright smile on her face. Any time would've worked for her, and she was happy to meet him whenever he wanted to. It didn't take her long to send the text before she was laying down again, content to just listen to the cloud juice and let the post-meridian jaunt slip by. She was most productive during the moonlit hours anyway.
Sooner than she liked though, she felt the urge to get up and do something. It was a feeling she was familiar with, since it came to her any time she sat still, but yet she didn't sit up right away. Not until the feeling was enough to force her to sit up and then stand. She had plenty of things to do as she finally looked around her small apartment. Dishes needed to be done, as well as laundry and she could sweep as well.
"See you! ;)" Marcus texted back, a scowl on his face. This alien wouldn't fool him. He shut off his phone and stood up, stomping over to his fireplace and throwing more wood on. He crouched down, watching the flames crackle with a fire in his own peepers. He suddenly stood, pacing the length of his house. Aliens were immune to most torture, that was true. But nothing could stand fire. He paced to his little wooden desk in the corner, grabbing a piece of paper and a whimsy flimsy mark and scribbler. Marcus scrawled her name on the paper, in big black angry letters. Underneath that, he wrote, "Alien. I plan to seduce her, lulling her into a sense of security. Then I will strike, kidnapping her. I will torture the alien, learning why she's here. And then I will execute her, by means of fire."
Marcus put the whimsy flimsy mark and scribbler down and picked up the paper, reading those wods over and over. The paper crinkled slightly from his grip as he began to memorize the wods, searing them into his skull control. Marcus paced back and forth again, just staring at the paper. He wouldn't forget.
And then? Marcus crouched back down next to the fireplace, once again staring into the flames. The wods were still repeating in his head, like a broken record player. He gently reached out and tossed the paper into the inferno, watching the edges curl and burn. Soon, the only thing left was the name "Cassie." Marcus stared into the fire as "Cassie" burnt, dissolving into nothing.
((Sorry for the late response!!))
(All good! School has been insane and I haven't gotten a chance to reply quickly as well)
(Pardon it's length, also, timeskip?)
Marcus' next text came in seconds after she had stood up, and she checked it quickly before setting to work. A smile was set on her face as she started picking up things around her apartment, putting them away to their proper places. Already she felt better, just by getting up and doing something as simple as that. Time flew by as she set to work, her mind busy with thoughts of their date, and her hands busy with the chores she had yet to do, until the sun was low in the sky.
By the time she ran out of things to do, the sky was dark, both from the steady stream of cloud juice that still came down, and from the moonlit hours sky. It was only then that Cassie sat down, looking around her spotless apartment. She smiled at it, on low battery enough from the work that she reluctantly turned her TV on to whatever nature show she could find.
((All good! Want to timeskip to around the actual date?))
((Okay! Lemme put something together))
