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"Mkay. So we'll start with the classics. Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does. Alright." She starts to type it in the translator.
"Mkay. So we'll start with the classics. Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does. Alright." She starts to type it in the translator.
"I'm looking forward to this." he says, watching the other, a small smile on his lips.
"Road w'rk ahead? uh, yeah, i sure desire t doest. Oh my god, that's amazing." Marlene breaks out in laughter.
Antoine blinks owlishly before cracking a smile then bursts out laughing full on. "Oh. My. God… That is beautiful!" He laughs, shaking his head.
"Whoever made this is sheer genius." Marlene's laugh reaches her eyes as she turns to the other. "Which next?"
He shrugs. "How about… Don't jump into the lava. Someone might've taken a bath in there… I dunno." He shrugs, snickering a little.
"Hurricane katrina? m're liketh hurricane t'rtilla!" Marlene snickers, shaking her head. "They should have made a play out of these."
Antoine splutters, then roars with laughter. "Oh my God…"
"It's amazing." Marlene slings her arm around Antione's shoulder. "See? All better now."
He snorts softly, "Yes indeed."
“Laughter is always one of the best medicines. Singing and smiling are the others.” She tells him, grinning.
"My, my. You could be my life coach." he says, smiling a little.
"Yeah, well, that's kind of what angels do. You could use a little perking up," Mar remarks, lifting his chin with a finger, squinting as if analyzing the amount of darkness in him.
He rolls his eyes and laughs a little at that.
Marlene laughs along with him until an impatient knock on the door makes her jump. "Must be the catering." She mumbles. "I'll have to hide my wings under my shirt, which will take a bit…can you get it?" She whispers. "Or would it hurt too much?"
"I'll get it." he says, standing up. He limps towards the door, shooing her off. He opens the door.
Marlene rushes to hide behind the breakfast bar, folding her wings so they won't peek up against the countertop. They're so large it's impossible to hide them behind her body, and it's a challenge to fit them behind the breakfast bar, even. Being in this position too long is making them tired, and if Antione doesn't hurry up, she'll have to unfold them.
Antoine pays the man, thanking him as he takes the food then shuts the door. "Clear." He calls.
Sighing with relief, the massive white wings unfold and Marlene comes out from behind the bar. "Thanks. I know that probably hurt a lot." She took the food and began dishing it onto plates.
He shrugs, "No biggie." He sets the food on the table before limping back to the couch.
Marlene brings the food over to the couch, her massive wings almost knocking a box of Kleenex off a shelf. "Oof. We might have to move some of the stuff in here. I mean, I could always fold my wings up, since most of the stuff is yours, but…" A small grimace crosses her face at the thought of having to fold up her wings for days on end.
He shakes his head, "You're welcome to leave your wings out. I don't mind." Antoine says, humming. He relaxes on the couch, trying to find a comfortable way to sit.
Mar looked at him for a second, then shrugged and plopped onto an armchair, beginning on a quesadilla. "If you say so. You might find a couple of your things on the floor, though. By accident."
"It's fine." He grabs his food and begins to eat, letting out a soft noise of bliss.
"Good, huh? Maybe I should get Mexican more often." Marlene remarks. She looks deep in thought for a moment, then snaps back to Antione. "Hayley got a touch-up yesterday. How's about an evening ride?"
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