marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp, |
He was getting the younger man moving, turning a bit away from the gate when the Irish started flying. The confusion only intensified through the arch of a brow when bringing up actual Welsh people... Ah. Marcus clicked his tongue and gave his head a bit of a shake, "I meant making sick, mate." Shame that not knowing proper slang. No one was perfect.
With Alex's latest talisman strode safely away in his pocket and the two witches were now walking easily away from their new burden, a firm (what he considered light) pat on the back, "You'd like that too much." He said before looking out before them, "I'd just knocked to the ground... Then threw you over my shoulder." Marcus said it in such a dry, matter-of-fact tone it was hard to tell if he was joking.