"Yeah, we've got some in the fridge, Kaden's kind of a glutton. He gets super weird cravings though, so I hope you like German chocolate," Marx said, making her way over to the fridge with a soft hum as she did so, having to step up a few small stairs just to even get into the kitchen
"I like whatever's edible, " she said, sighing softly to herself as she continued to trial after Marx. She felt like an intruder, but what could she do? Marx had brought her here and let her stay. Well, she could be a bitch and hightail it out of there. But that wouldn't be right, and she couldn't do it in good conscience–Marx was being too nice for her to bail.
Marx opened the fridge, which was mostly empty save for beers, sodas, and a large german chocolate cake. But when she pulled it out, she made a noise of confusion when she found that the top had been covered in all manner of sprinkles. Slowly, she shook her head before setting it on the counter and going to get a paper plate. "Do you care that there's sprinkles? I can cut them off if you want," she said, pointing at the cake with a butter knife
She shrugged. "It's food, however nasty sprinkles are." She curled her nose, half playfully and half in slight disgust. "Your bandmates have interesting tastes, " she commented.
"It's mostly just Kaden. He tends to eat a lot when he's high, and he's high a lot," Marx chuckled, shrugging as she cut a piece off for Luana. She was more of an ice cream person herself, so she just put the cake away when she finished and went to grab a plastic fork from a box nearby. "Here you go," she said, handing the other the plate and fork
Luana grabbed the plate and fork with a 'thanks,' holding the plate in one hand while she stabbed the cake with the other. This small action showed that she was left-handed, something most people never really picked up on because she did a lot with both hands. It was an insignificant detail about her, but a detail nevertheless that sometimes bothered her–like writing, for example. Another detail that was bothering her was her contacts. They were starting to bother her eyes at the worst time possible. She could feel them slowly drying out, but she didn't have her glasses–nor did she want to put them on in front of Marx. She'd see her as a nerd. Blech.
Marx set the cake back in the fridge, exchanging it for a bottle of rootbeer she had stowed away inside. All of the band members liked soda when they didn't have an excuse to drink actual alcohol, but Marx wasn't much of a drinker to begin with. She twisted open the cap, doing her best to make sure that the bandanna still hid her neck as she took a quick swig
Luana finished her piece of cake in an embarrassingly short amount of time. She licked her lips and glanced over at Marx with curiosity. "What's with the bandanna? Not saying it's weird or anything–I actually think it's pretty cool–but I was just curious as to why you have it."
"O-Oh, uh…" Marx started, but trailed off, suddenly unable to figure out an excuse. Eventually, after a few moments of thought, she came to the brief conclusion that she would likely never see Luana again, and that the other wasn't interested in the band, so she wouldn't exactly leak info. "I, uh…I have an injury there. Had. The scar is really nasty, so I don't show it," she answered simply
Luana cocked her head. "Huh. Well, it adds a little air of mystery about you, so that's cool." She didn't judge Marx for her injury. She had plenty of cuts on her wrists and marks along her arms from needles.
“That’s, ah…An interesting take on it,” Marx said, sheepishly playing with a stray piece of hair. At least Luana hadn’t asked to see it or something, because she wasn’t sure how she would get out of that one
She shrugged and offered a crooked smile. "Well, I'm an interesting person." She leaned against the counter and folded her arms over her chest, looking around in both curiosity and an itch to snoop. It wasn't every day that she could get a sneak peek into the life of a band.
The penthouse itself hadn't exactly been changed much, but there were certainly signs of life, as well as multiple instruments strewn about here and there. Marx kept her own drums far away from the main area out of fear they'd be damaged, as well as saving the sound equipment for when the assistant came to help with mixing for concerts and such
"Question: When are your bandmates coming back? I'd rather stay away from them for as long as humanly possible." Luana arched a brow in Marx's direction after she had scanned the penthouse.
"Oh, uh…Well, they'll probably be back early in the morning, if at all. It kinda looked like they'd all pass out at the bar from the state of them before," Marx said, shrugging a little as she took another sip of her soda
She snorted. "Oh right. The hooligans. Yeah, they did look like the type to drink 'till they drop. Not very healthy, but who am I to judge?" She smothered a yawn, then stretched out her arms. She was already considering just passing out and getting up early in the morning, except she was still puzzling over the fact that she didn't have a change of clothes.
Marx chuckled and shrugged, but when she noticed Luana getting tired, she realized how late it really was. "Uh…I have clothes you can borrow when you wanna sleep, and blankets, too," she said, smiling a bit awkwardly as she set her soda back in the fridge
"I really hate being this needy, but I have no choice." She sighed and glanced over at Marx. "I appreciate your help, really. It's just that I hate feeling in need of charity, y'know? It's sometimes like people are treating me like my life isn't good enough for their standards. That I need more for them to be happy." She shook her head, calming down. "But you're not one of those people, I can already tell. You're genuinely being nice and helpful when I'm just a street rat that now needs a new nest."
Marx's eyes widened a little at that. "A new nest?" she asked, but after a brief moment of consideration, a smile spread across her face. "Look, I…I know how you feel. I was there before I joined the band. But what if you hang out here for a little while, until you can find a…nest you like?" she offered hopefully
Luana was taken off guard by the offer—and the hopefulness in which Marx had offered it. She was just expecting the other girl to help her tonight and that be the end of it. But Marx was suggesting that she stay. "Wait, what?" she asked after a brief lapse of shocked silence. "You want me to stay with you guys?"
"I mean–if you want, you don't have to or anything," Marx stammered, turtling a little in her bandanna as she looked off to the side. "You could help out a little with setup and stuff, so that way the others wouldn't get all mad that you're just staying with us for nothing," she said
Luana tilted her head and looked up at nothing as she turned over the options she currently had. Marx's suggested seemed like the most beneficial of all the options, and it was quite appealing. She slowly licked her lips as she finally gave her answer. "I'll help out and make myself useful while I stay with you lot–at least until I can find somewhere else to stay."
Marx perked at that, grinning despite her better judgement. "Great!" she exclaimed, but she quickly hid in her bandanna when she realized that she had a little bit of an excited outburst. "A-Ah…I mean, uh…That's good," she mumbled after an attempt at clearing her throat
Luana smiled slightly at Marx's outburst, then her less enthused mumbling. It amused her how eager Marx seemed to keep Luana around. It also made her cold heart swell with the feeling of being wanted by at least someone. Marx seemed like one of the few people she could get along with. She was easy to talk to, she wasn't an asshole, and she doesn't strike Luana as an idiot. Works for her. "Well, alright then. I guess I'm hitching a ride with you guys."
Marx just nodded, deciding to just shut up for now. "Uh…If you don't want anything else to eat, I can show you to one of the rooms? There's a spare," she said, gesturing vaguely towards a hallway off to the side