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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was out on the porch of his house, looking rather rough and all like he'd had a bad night. Maybe he'd been drinking again? The question could be answered as one neared him, a faint smell of strong alcohol wrapped around him. It wasn't an overpowering scent or anything or stinky, just... there, you know? Marco angled his head to the side, not really doing anything besides thinking.


    The day was cloudy and rather gloomy, not to mention a bit chill. Heck, if it got just a little bit colder, snow would be no surprise. However, he could feel heat radiating off the windows if the house behind him - so his scarf was hung up inside, rather than being bundled around his neck. With a grunt, Marco would take a swig of so,e German brewers work, considering taking maybe a brief walk to push things aside.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]"Marco ...?"
    Peeking his head out of the door, Bonepup looked up to the male, rising to his three legs and tottering over to the German. He seemed deep in thought, but just as his father did drugs, Bone could clearly see the bottle of alcohol. He was half blind, but not all blind, and his nose worked just fine and could pick up the odour with ease. "Wh-what're you... Doing?" his head was tilted, curiosity etched into his hoarse words.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth= 0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=white][font=times new roman]Ellington stepped in next to Bonepup, wondering the same thing. Half of him wanted to leave Marco alone since he seemed deep in thought, but the other half of him wanted to talk with the knight and provide him with a companion.

    [justify]Thor eyed the bottle of liquid that the feline was swigging. Thor himself had never fell in to the hands of substance abuse or alcohol. In his opinion, it was foolish, and he just didn't have the will power to allow his brain to not work properly. Slowly dropping his rump to the ground, the Knight settled silently beside his clanmates.[/justify]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Ah, but Marco functioned just well with his drinking habits - it was abut if a mystery, how he held it all so well. "Ah, Bonepup. - everything alright in there?" he asked, dipping his head in greeting to the youngster and the others that had showed up. "I was just taking a few swigs, really. Thinking about taking a stroll."