Marco (thatdarnoctopus) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-10 16:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 098, jack, marco |
Who: Jack & Marco
When: Around 10:30AM
Where: Kitchen
Going back and reading his drunken message to Jack had made Marco seriously debate just hiding in his room for the majority of the day. Aside from the horrific typos, every message was just a little more personal than what Marco would have liked, and he couldn't blame Jack for responding a little bit like he was talking to a toddler. It was already a good reason not to drink more. The other good reason was his hangover, which had appeared at some point last night, and was still lingering.
After messaging Jack, though, it was his surprise that the guy still wanted to get together that sent him downstairs. It probably would have been easier to hide out of embarrassment, and blame it on the hangover. Hell, Jack had even said he would understand if that was the case. Still, Marco had spent the day before feeling low over the fact that people seemed to find it easier to avoid him. It didn't make sense to hide away after that, did it?
This was fine. This was good. He totally had friends, or whatever the hell this was.
He made it downstairs first, and tried not to be antsy in the few minutes where it was just him and Bearbear. He got his soda and his aspirin, and absently looked through cabinets as he waited, trying to ignore what the voices had to say on the matter. You're too weird to hang out with. Everyone wants to see you dead. The aspirin was poison. You don't really have friends. They're putting thoughts in your head through the light on the microwave. Juno and Jack are plotting against you. The usual.
He sighed and found the marshmallows and popped one in his mouth, then tossed one to Bearbear. He still hadn't really caught on to the idea that the marshmallows might not be so great for dogs. Besides, she looked so happy about the damn thing. He liked his dog, and she deserved to be happy, damn it.