Rashe layed back on the stairs and stared up at the starts, "you never seem to change, sure we can't see more I've of like we did before, but youre still there." He muttered, shivering as the cool wind of the night penetrated his jacket
Marco shivered a little as he walked down the streets, not really thinking of anything as he walked towards the library.
He sat up and zipped his jacket up, pulling his hood over his head "you're as old as we, wonder whole live out who, us or you."
Marco stopped when he reached the corner facing the library, shivering a little, "Why must I always be drawn to you?" he said softly.
Rashe stood up and climbed the stairs of the library, still looking up "you can't have us yet. You're not allowed to have him yet."
Marco raised an eyebrow watching him for a moment, confused by his words.
He glanced down at the floor and repeated the statement again before sighing and walking off towards the park again
Marco let his eyes follow the other, when a gust of wind brought him back to his senses, the cold sending chills down his spine as his skin tingled at the contact, the cold biting at his fingers.
Rashe finally reached the park, having to use the flashlight on his phone to see the path. he glanced around, carefull not to wake any homeless people camping out on benches. he found the grass patch he had sat at hours before and took a seat, holding his head in his hands
Marco hummed, following him curiously, he nodded in understanding to another kid, shivering on a bench. He knew the feeling.
Why do you care, no one does, they don't even remember you're name…no one ever does, especially when you're dead. he sgrowled in frustration and walked over to one of the people on the bench, ligthly touching them on the shoulder with a gentle hand. A soft glow came from his hand a he helped the individule warm up a bit.
Marco hummed continuing on his way, trying to ignore the cold as another gust of wind tore through his sweater, sending chills through him.
He continued to do this until most of the people were warm. Returning back to his spot, he lied down and glared upo at the sky "you can have me, just not him, got it?"
Marco had moved off the path and into the trees, still half frozen as he watched the other curiously. sighing he turned to head back to his sleeping spot, moving out onto the path, when suddenly he sneezed. Loudly.
Rashe sat up and glared around, thinking it was one of the homeless people but seeing a figure among the shadows "who are you?" He asked, not wanting to use his abilities unless absolutely necessary "I won't ask again" he growled
Marco sighed, stepping out onto the path. "Just me…" he murmured, "Couldn't sleep, and was just heading home…" he shivered as another gust of wind picked up, his sweater offering zero protection against it.
He relaxed and sighed "at 4 in the morning? Don't lie to me Marco, I know you sleep out here at night." He said, siting back down and pulling off his jacket "here, it's warmer than that flimsy sweater
Marco shook his head, "I've got another spot a ways away from here, and I don't need it thanks.." he turned to go back to the rooftop.
"sure you do," he muttered, pulling on his sweatshirt and sighing. After a few minutes, he too got up and headed home
Marco sighed as he headed back, he mentally kicked himself for not taking it. Knowing he could really use the warmer clothing come winter, where he'd probably freeze to death.
Rashe growled softly before heading to his apartment, "damn it…" He turned and headed back towards the park, retracing his steps and trying to find the road Marcos took
Marco slipped out of the park, stifling another sneeze as the wind kept picking up, forcing him to pick up the pace.
He glanced around and sighed in frustration, "you're not supposed to pursue him you idiot, that's how distance works." He chastised himself and he hauled his body up onto a fire escape to get to a rooftop. From there, he hoped to get a better view
Marco stopped a few feet away, looking around to get his bearings, before turning down another alleyway. Almost home… where you can hopefully shelter from the wind and survive the night… he told himself.
He crouched on the roof and glanced around, trying to make out any forms that could be Marco. He saw a few body like figures but none that looked like the other. He saw a movement near an ally way and thought it suspicious. Whether it was Marco or a thug looking g for trouble, rashe got down and made his way over to investigate