Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-05-30 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 036, juno, marco |
Who: Marco & Juno
When: Morning, before 10
Where: Basement, costume room
Marco hadn't slept well. Despite the nice room to himself, and the warm temperature, and the comfortable bed, he felt the whole change of scenery wasn't as comfortable as he had thought it was in the beginning. Sure, the warm weather felt great, but he didn't feel like this new place was right, and his thoughts, as disorganized as they were, had kept him tossing and turning all night. And on top of everything, he'd learned that he'd gotten a little rough with Pam, which had ruined his mood for the night. He was supposed to be doing better. Hurting people wasn't better.
He had ended up waking up early, taking his pills, and wandering around the house to try to wake himself up more. He ended up in the basement, and, though he hadn't decided for sure that he was going to the party, he ended up in the middle of the clothes racks, sorting through weird costumes that he wasn't even sure what they were supposed to be. How was he supposed to pick what to be if he didn't have a clue what he was looking at?
But then, it didn't matter, because he stumbled across a toy ray gun. A toy ray gun, that lit up and made laser noises when you pulled the trigger. Awesome. Marco kidnapped the ray gun from it's designated costume, then ducked down and crept through racks of costumes, gun out in front of him, and shot at things, making pew pew pew noises even as the toy did. Because he was twenty-six now, and he was an adult.
This morning was automatically better.