Who: Marco, Juliet, & Juno When: Noon Where: The kitchen
Today was considerably better than the day before. Hell, it was better than the past few days. Marco didn't have anything to freak him out or mess with his head or question reality more than usual, and everything felt normal. He even had had a chance to get high that morning, so normal was, at the moment, a better way to describe how he felt than okay was. Even now that the dope had mostly worn off, he felt normal, which was probably the best he could hope for.
The only thing that was bothering Marco at this point was the heat. In all honesty, it wasn't too bad, just kind of stuffy. He'd been on the street for years, in Los Angeles. The heat didn't bother him much, but the stuffiness did. It was almost suffocating, enough that standing out in the rain didn't sound like the worst idea. Especially while he was stuck in his stupid red hoodie.
Okay, it wasn't stupid. It just covered up his arms, which was important while trying to keep his drugs a secret. Both were marked and scarred from too many needles injected by unsteady hands, and even if he tried to explain it away as a bad habit that he used to do, he knew that it would still make him look like... Shit, what had been the word they'd used a few days ago?
Was it parasite?
He wished his memory was better.
When he felt like his fall was over enough for him to have a conversation, Marco left his too-hot room, with the hot water and no fan, and wandered downstairs. He was happy to find that the octopus had been removed from the guest bathroom, but was disappointed when the water in that room was just as hot as it was in his room. It was the same story in the kitchen, and for a moment Marco worried that the only cold drink he would get today would be from sticking his head out a window, before he remembered that there had been water bottles in the fridge.
He drank half the bottle of water while standing practically inside the fridge, before realizing that there were ways to cool down without air conditioning. He close his water bottle, closed the fridge, and opened the freezer. Then he stuck his head inside, resting his forehead against the ice-maker.