GOT ME UP ALL NIGHT + PRIVATE

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]It felt weird being back here without Swanny, Puffin, Robin, Darcy, and Ruby. They were all gone, and that just felt unbelievably odd to the alabaster feline as she lay on her beck, star gazing. The darkness had thrown the sun away only to reveal the bright moon with twinkling stars surrounding it; the scene that she was currently watching with bright blue eyes as she found herself tipping her head to the side a bit.


    The ground was somewhat cold, honestly, but the young knight didn't mind the feeling much. After coming here and walking so much to the point where her paws were aching, this was a much better type of uncomfortableness. At least she could fix the fact that she was cold but when the pads of her paws had become raw, she hadn't been able to do anything about it. Of course, she could have stopped, but that meant it would have taken longer to get here, and she hadn't wanted that.


    As she breathed, you could see her breath in the icy air surrounding her, little puffs of heat escaping her lips every now and then as her chest moved up and down to signal that she was alive.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco had been out and about too, at this late hour, however he wasn't really stargazing. He'd been doing some of the usual drinking, however holding his alcohol well, he wasn't even tipsy, so no worries there. After awhile of being done suiting hi alcoholic needs, Marco decided to go and take a night walk. It was chilly out, a bit nippy - equipped with his scarf, he took light steps around the neighborhood, carefully not to make any noise that would be too loud.


    Quietly the tall tom sang in German, his whispering smooth. He couldn't help but want to fill that void in the air, that emptiness and lack of sound surrounding him. Though, all of a sudden, his almond eyes spotted something; singing ceased as he spotted an alabaster she-cat. Instantly, he thought it was that albino New Yorker or something he was with for, like, a day. Though over her and the idea that she only wanted him to be her boyfriend due to looks, he still didn't want to run into the gal if she was here.


    But then a sweet sounding name filled his mind. "Kestrel?" he thought aloud, Marco's rough voice and heavy accent filling the air a bit more louder than he would have liked. Muttering a few curses, he scolded himself for making such noise!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Kestrel caught her name, and despite the noise that Marco believed he was making, she didn't mind it. After having been alone for the time she had been, things got rather lonely, so she simply tilted her head back in order to get a view of the tom with her bright blue eyes. "Marco? Hey! C'mere!" Yeah, so, the knight didn't really know him that well seeing as how she just returned, yet she was already acting like she had known him.. a lifetime, really. Kes was like that. She was friendly and overall, sweet, although not naive. Not one that could be easily taken advantage of. She was intelligent as well as those kind qualities.


    "Watcha doing?" Her British accent wrapping around her words, she smiled.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Walking off a drinking binge," Marco thought, thinking of he true answer. "I like the weather?" he shrugged, walking over as he obeyed the femmes request. His ears perked a bit at her accent; it was strange, hearing another different voice that was like his in a way - not the same as anyone else's.


    "To be honest, sometimes I go out into the cold just to be... cold. Reminds me of Germany," he said aimlessly, slowly sitting down by Kestrel but not laying down as his almond eyes flickered up to the sky. "From the accent, I could assume your British? Maybe Scottish or some Irish? If I felt daring, I'd guess maybe Welsh, too." Truth be told, Marco was a well educated fellow. Knew all about his dear Europe.


    For a minute there, Marco was quiet. No words, just a small awkward shuffle of the paws. "... If you are feeling a bit of the chill, you can borrow my scarf, if you want."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]If he had said that, Kes wouldn't have judged him in any way. She wasn't that kind of person. Sure, there were some decisions that the knight would admit she wasn't so sure about, but she'd always support what other's wanted. Unless of course, it put them in a terribly bad place. "The weather?" She fell out of her thoughts, quirking an invisible brow in question before nodding her head. "It's cold, but I do too."


    Germany. So that was where he was from, eh? She hadn't been able to tell when he showed up at her joining because despite being intelligent, she wasn't that good with picking up on where others originated from, so it was nice hearing it. Germany. What a lovely seeming place, for she had never actually been there. What a shame. "British. Got it on the first guess. I am truly proud, Marco, ya know that?"


    And then, after a bit of silence, he spoke again and she lifted her head to actually look towards the German male as she lightly bit her lip, thinking briefly. "I don't want to steal it from you."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco simply nodded, not really saying anything for a few brief moments. "Giving it to you isn't stealing." he said lightly, face blank. Though, it was visible his jaw was clinched; who knows why. He angled his head a bit, continuing as he turned his attention to her. "I have multiple scarves like this, you know. Same colors. They... They are soccer team fan scarves," he said, feeling like a wait had been lifted off his chest. Marco had never told anyone what they were for before!


    Maybe it was where she was from. But suddenly this spark filled Marco's almond eyes, like that spark a kid got in Christmas when he saw that toy he wanted under the festive tree. It was all thanks to soccer - something he was indeed very, very passionate about. His heart did is leap as he'd got full of hopes... "Do you know... Do you know what soccer is? I know it's big in Britain, too."

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    Giving it to you isn't stealing.


    Hearing those words was what lead to the ivory felidae nodding. "Then can I borrow your scarf? If you're one-hundred-percent sure you're okay with it." Kes was, unfortunately, somewhat worried that he really didn't want her borrowing his scarf and was just trying to be polite. Oh God it would kill her if that was what was going on. Tail swishing from side to side as she looked back up at the stars, she heard about the colors. "That's really cool, you know?"


    And then came the question. Soccer. "Hell yeah!" Was the first part of her reaction as she looked back to him, smiling as her head bobbed up and down the best it could in the position she was currently resting in. "Soccer is absolutely amazing. Do they have it here?" Now she was excited; more so than she had been before.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Of course," he said, unwrapping the scarf around his neck and setting it gently down on the cold ground in a dark bundle. "After all, I offered, didn't I?" While he spoke, it was like Marco was focused not in the whole scarf and her but instead rather something else. The goofball, he was eager to hear her answer in soccer. And boy, when he did, he was cracking a charming however boyish grin.


    "It is, it is! I couldn't agree more," he beamed, sticking out his chest in result of his mini-triumph - finally finding someone here who liked the sport! However, at her question, the knight sunk down a little, getting a bit quiet and grin fading slightly. "Sadly, no. I used to play it back in Germany - we made our own version there, where we'd be able to play it. I was very, very good at it according to peers. We formed our own clubs, even, acting like little fan boys since we'd name them after the big, human ones! It was all firms if wonderful."


    The tom paused a bit, taking a breath. But soon enough he'd be continuing to talk! "A week or a bit less than that, I was planning on teaching some SunClanners and trying to make a tournament after the teachings, though even if I you permission, I decided to abort the whole thing."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Looking towards him with a friendly smile as he placed the scarf down by her, she was able to slip it over her head, wrapping it around her neck with her smile turning more into a grin. Tail swishing from side to side against the ground, she listened as he began to rant about soccer. It was nice, honestly. Someone else who had a love for the sport. When Kes first joined- well, returned- she thought she'd be the only one.


    "Abort the whole thing? We should do it!" Yeah, she wanted to be involved in that whole teaching thing, and his idea sounded like a blast. She didn't understand why he would.. abort it. The alabaster feline would continue to stare upwards, watching the stars with interest, but eventually she moved her gaze back towards Marco, that smile still grazing her maw.