[ what the... what is this precious cinnamon roll. it's a good thing he'd paused in his porridge consumption, or else he might have choked on it. marco's eyes widen, his eyebrows tilting upward as he's not sure what to think or believe. after a moment, in which he processes that and fumbles in gathering his thoughts into something coherent: ]
Yeah... Yeah. Same to you, I'd say. [ except he's twenty billion times more useless than her? he hopes she's figured that one out already.
and one more thing, one that's super important to doublecheck.. ]
I don't— look lonely or something, do I? [ "you're not alone"... he knows he came here alone, okay!! ]
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Yeah... Yeah. Same to you, I'd say. [ except he's twenty billion times more useless than her? he hopes she's figured that one out already.
and one more thing, one that's super important to doublecheck.. ]
I don't— look lonely or something, do I? [ "you're not alone"... he knows he came here alone, okay!! ]