allamericanboy (allamericanboy) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-23 09:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, marijuana |
Who: Mark, Marijuana, and The Marijuana Party (NPC'd)
What: Yay for finally feeling some paternal responsibility? Mark goes to the Highway to check on his son.
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: The Highway
Warnings: Probably langauge. TBD
Mark was feeling somewhat riled, one might have said, after his meeting with Ate that afternoon. Going straight home to his boyfriend would have been the best of ideas, but Ate rarely left people making the best of decisions. Instead, Mark went straight to the Highway, aiming to talk to Marijuana about his their son. It would have been a lie to deny that the post from Marijuana's mortal the day before hadn't spurred on this decision, but it still could have waited until the next day when he was back in his right mind. For now, he smelled like Greek and had remnants of what Emo had said to him, running through his mind.
I'm not a bad father, I just need tuning up... Mark wasn't sure how true those words were, but they'd been nice to hear, even if not from his own son. He could only hope that he hadn't completely damaged any chance of having a real relationship with Thomas given his almost complete absentee-father role of the past few weeks, not to mention the first four months of the kid's life. He wanted to think that if patching things up with Johnny was possible, then anything was, but that was pure optimism. Kids held grudges, and given his style of fathering Mark knew he couldn't blame them.
Mark walked into the Highway and did his best to ignore the lingering smells of illicit plants that permeated the room. His focus was solely on one plant, the one sitting behind the counter with a mortal who appeared to have some sort of arm injury. Suddenly he really hoped that Thomas was in one piece.
"Marijuana," Mark nodded towards the God. "I'm guessing your mortal didn't mention I'd be coming by?"