@amber_is_in_a_loop
She frowned. "Not a whole lot. What about you?"
She frowned. "Not a whole lot. What about you?"
"I'm good Althea. I'm good." I lean forward, crossing my legs and clutching my feet, "Get some rest, I don't think we can stay here forever."
Althea shakes her head indignantly. "I'm all good." She stands unsteadily.
I poke Althea's leg, she instantly breaks under the pressure. I fling my arms forward, catching her whilst also falling forward slightly. As she sits back down, I let go. "I think Marco is wanting a break, so we should hang around for a little bit for him." I say, my attempt of making her want to stay put for a bit.
(Hey, I'm back now.)
(What exactly would Marco want a break from…?)
Althea nods and falls asleep leaning on Alastair's shoulder.
(Alastair was just saying that to make Althea stay and get some kip)
"Hey, Marco, come on." I almost whisper, watching Marco pace.
(M'kay.)
(I still ship Marco and Alastair……. WHAT HAPPENED!!!!)
(Dw Alastair is gay, not bi. He's just nice)
(oh it's happening don't you worry about that)
(XD I know.)
(haha!)
"Hey, Marco, come on." I almost whisper, watching Marco pace.
(He can't 'come in' when it's a one-room warehouse. XD)
(I meant like come over XD sorry)
Marco glances at Alastair and shoves a hand through his hair. "Dude. I feel that I'm fathering you two. I mean she's the oldest but she's passed out right now. And you… Ugh, I can't even."
Althea heard this. She opened her eyes. "Marco?" she asked clearly. She sat up and fought through the haze in her mind. "Fathering?"
Marco found a wooden crate and sat on it, facing the Als. "I've been on the run for a while. My fake name that was all over the news was, Felix Dashbelt. It's annoying to have to drag two more people into it."
"You're not dragging anyone. And if it was so annoying, you would have left us long ago."
"Wow wow wow wow WOW! Wait a minute, why did I get the 'urgh'? I've been responsible and…" I think about everything that's happened so far. I need more carers.
Marco slaps his forehead, clearly frustrated. "You call looking out the window at an old lady and waving your hand, is responsible when the cops know what you look like? I don't."
"Okay, Marco, stop taking a go at him, please," Althea said firmly.
Marco raises an eyebrow, "kill me."
"What?"
Without thinking I sarcastically bend my head and wave gently, "That seems to do the trick lately." TOO SOON! FUCK!
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