Marco Quiroz (lostmutt) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-10 17:09:00 |
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Marco’s mood had been steadily declining as the day went on. It wasn’t really anything that could be helped. The call of the moon was not natural to him and because of this, his entire day would be full of tension until the painful transition tonight. It was a large price to pay for the ability to transform into a fox all the other days of the month, one that he only truly realized when his very bones had begun to ache in preparation for the change. He would have been happy to stay at Ballard House the rest of the day, relaxing as much as his body would allow him to, but there was something he needed to take care of today, while Drina was otherwise occupied. Drina seemed to have not only settled in Scarlet Oak, but she was starting to thrive. It was becoming glaringly obvious that she would not be leaving anytime soon, which meant that Marco would not be leaving in the near future either. Arrangements had to be made, if that was to be the case. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could continue to associate with Drina and keep the fact that he was living out of his car a secret. Marco knew that he was going to have to take up residence somewhere, and he had no interest in living anywhere that was a great distance from where the wolf stayed. He told himself it was so that he could keep a better eye on her, but he had been managing just fine when he stayed parked at the Budget Lodge.
He wasn’t certain how Drina would react to him getting an apartment at The Court without mentioning it to her first, but he felt in his gut that it was better to not talk about it beforehand. It had a lot to do with the fact that it was easier to for someone to accept something once it had already happened. Marco was scouting out the apartments on the floor above Drina’s. There had been one or two open ones on along the same hall, but even he felt like that was pushing the boundaries of creepy. Given that he found something he liked, Marco was more than ready to finalize the business now -- today. He had never been to the high floor, so he took his time going over it. He counted over the doors until he found the one that lined up perfectly to Drina’s. Marco pressed his ear against the door and listened for any signs that there might be someone inside. He heard nothing at all, not even the whir of an air unit. After he checked to make sure he was alone in the hallway, Marco crouched before the door and pulled out the lock picking kit from his back pocket. His intention was to break in and check the layout -- see if it matched Drina’s; he also wanted to gauge how large the space was. The more he had to glamour -- such as decoration -- the harder it was to hold on to. Marco was halfway through his task when the soft click of a door opening caught his ears. He stood as slowly and casually as possible. “Damn hands,” he said, as he glamoured the picks to look like house keys. “Can’t hold on to anything.” As he spoke, he turned in the direction of the click to see who it was that had joined him in the hallway.