Marcel had quite the fucking morning. Rabid came to the kitchen to get coffee for his queen, only to fall asleep in the middle of the kitchen. This felt like an April Fools trick all on its own, but then Marcel forgot and nearly tripped on the Netherling.
So, currently his mood, as he started his run later than usual, could be best summed up as Don't even try. Unfortunately, his headphones couldn't help his excellent hearing and as he turned a corner he heard a guy singing some random version of a song he vaguely recognized. But with definite medieval times undertones.
"Don't quit your day job," Marcel commented as he took a sip from his water bottle. Call it a habit, even thought the vampire didn't need to drink anything during a run.