Marco's little shop Date: January 13th, 2001 Characters: Marco and Bill Location: Marco's Bun's and Pastries Public/Private: Public Warning: TBD Summary: Marco meet a Weasly. Status: incomplete
Marco leant aganst the counter, looking rather bored, Missing sitting beside him and purring loudly into his ear. He was still a bit confused about the whole Fenrir deal. He had promised he would be a free wolf, without the dominance of a pack. But he had not registred himself, and Fenrir had him in a tight spot. Either he submitted to Fenrir, or Marco's family would feel the werewolves wrath. And he could n ot chanse that. At least he got some peace now. But he still hurt a bit, even after this many days.
He looked over at the menu his cousin had made for him, and bit his lip. No, he could definantly not let his family feel the pain for his mistakes. So what if the menu did not fit the rest of the room? It had been made for him and his shop, as a gift. The Muffin drawing even sang if you came too close, and that always made him laugh.
That day had been quiet so far, and even if he liked the peace, his bank did not. He hoped for some costumers soon.
(ooc: Sorry for not posting before today, yesterday was hell on earth in busyness.)