|Marco Herrera (callofnight) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-08-12 16:33:00
The invasion was something Marco had a hard time wrapping his mind around. Coming form a well established Pack he'd never had to deal with anything like what had happened at the circus. Though he didn't feel shaken by the outcome, the people here had seemed ready, able, and willing to protect their home and even the customers. He'd felt more out of place than anything since he'd filed in line to help medically instead of growling and shedding blood - which had been in first real instinct. If he'd been able to take people down then he'd have known that was a person less that could hunt down Aletha or anyone else. If anything the invasion had Marco wondering if he was in the right field for the Circus - even though he had the medical training it didn't seem like this was the environment for him to actually practice.
The thoughts of what he was doing with his life and how best to protect Aletha had pretty much consumed his free time making it impossible for him to check up on all the people he'd wanted to check in on. Including the poor lycan that had been shot with the silver. Marco was feeling selfish though and possibly had some shock or PTSD eating away at him, as most Paramedics tended to suffer through, but eventually he did push himself out of the funk enough to start acting like more than some overbearing protector in the trailer he shared with Letha. She'd done all she could to help from making his favorite meals and sweets; enough that they had more than they needed and Marco (though he joked often about the amount he could consume daily) didn't really want to eat it all by himself. No, he did, but Letha had made a big deal about it and then Ana had tried to deny him even more food - so he had to share.
After wrapping the tamales up in a container, his large soup thermos with pozole rojo, the last of his mother's escabeche, freshly toasted tortillas, and a container filled with sliced radish, cilantro, jalapenos, and diced onions he put all the materials together in one of the boxes they'd used to move their stuff in just a couple days ago. He looked around momentarily before grabbing one of his bottles of tequila off the shelf in the kitchen and adding that to the box as well - feeling like he couldn't possibly be forgetting anything, he made his way out of his new home and towards Ana's. Hoping he'd catch her wandering around instead of just showing up at her place unannounced, because being caught on the spot was so much better, right? Right. For all he knew she was at practice with her swords or something. At leas the food could be left in the box at her door...maybe...or he could eat it while waiting?
It took just a couple moments for him to get from one trailer to the next and knocked on her door.