Posts by ( MARCO REUS )

[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."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]yaaaaas marco

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco had heard the majority of the conversation, but his ears hadn't heard no conclusion to of - not unless there wasn't one just yet. Wanting to know the choice that would be made, the German came padding over, silent as he stopped a little ways behind Grimnyte.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Eh, Marco didn't really have a reaction or care to the two leaving, as he never knew them. But even if he knew them the toms reaction wouldn't get past a mere, simple goodbye. Without a word he slipped over by Skully, wearing a slight scowl. It seemed they never even gave the place a chance, but then again he hadn't been around the last few days so he had no right to try and tell.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco came over to listen, briefly eyeing the deputy and her reaction to the kid. The tom didn't hate kits and the likes of them, he just never desired to have any of his own, y'know? Or maybe the idea of commitment just terrified him or something like that. The German didn't say anything, easing over quietly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Shame, really. Only guy here who knows a nice booty when he sees one," Marco winked, sure that Scatteredpaw would have no trouble understanding what he was referring to. "See you, bud. Come back some time again."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Much thanks," Marco said with a nod, giving a brief look over of the gifts. How nice, really. "Look good, they do." The knight would have taken a bite of one then and there, but restrained - he didn't want to come off as greedy, as he was not so to some extent.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco nodded, also expressing his thanks for the invitation with the action. He wasn't much for parties, unless there was some good alcohol involved or a,bye a few smokes, but either way he'd sit this one out.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Marco Reus," the tom introduced himself, voice rough as he stopped besides Bonepup. It appeared the guy wasn't sick anymore, from what he could tell - which was good to see. Not muttering another word, Marco was quiet.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco stood there, watching like a statue, stone still. He was unable to do anything, he knew, and it was a painful tug to the heart strings, watching the mewling little kits squirm around. Worst part was, they didn't know what was happening, did they? They were clueless like he was, but they were clueless about their mother being dead and he was clueless on what exactly to do.

The German didn't say anything, though the thoughts in his head roared, full of responses he didn't deliver by mouth. "You can't sea what's past the point if saving," Marco mentally reminded, though he knew he was the only person to receive the words. He was a powerless tom, no telepathy or anything. Perhaps he was being blunt with what he was thinking, but that didn't mean he lacked emotions.

With a mutter, laced with some reluctancy as he didn't find this an exactly appropriate time to question about the future, he'd ask what maybe the majority were pondering over. "Who's going to take them? I'd volunteer, but children aren't my sort of thing, I don't believe." That and the fact the tall, slender tom never desired to have any, not even of his own blood.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Marco Reus," he said, blinking almond eyes briefly at Dakota. One of Maria's, he believed? Thinking about it made what Maria probably would have said in response to such a thought pop into his head; "Observant as ever, Marco!" She always took mention to how he noticed things, even the obvious - in those cases, her voice dripped sarcasm. Oh well.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Be careful, now, Bonepup," Marco murmured in reminder as he joined the small forming crowd, "You just got over the sickness, don't go getting burned right after." It was strange, the situation he was in when it came to Skully and his kids - in a way, he felt like some awkward uncle, and on the other hand he felt like that guy that was like a back-up caregiver for when their father was high or something.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]The door to Marco's home was propped open with the help of an old, sort of crusty brick; but he was careful with the brick, making sure it didn't scrape off the paint on the porches boards. The curtain on the doors window gently swayed from the breeze, the same breeze that entered his home.

Inside on the sofa was Marco, looking at what appeared to be some photographs. They were those that came from the old cameras that snapped and then sort of "printed" out the photo, then you damned the photo in the air for the results. The background of the photos didn't match where SunClan was located, no - they were photos taken back in Germany, his home. Some had him and others, while some of the photos lacked him.

While the German knight seemed glad to see and look back at the photos, there was also a droopiness - a gloominess - to him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I have the door open, it's just visiting I believe," Marco answered to Skully, blinking his almond eyes briefly at the noble. It was then he realized that his antics that attracted people had woken him up - he'd have to give his apologies for such bad manners later. The tom motioned towards the collections and arrays of photos. "Yes, all is well, Vanilliatwilight. Just looking at old photos taken back in Germany - bittersweet, looking at them again, if that makes sense."

The tall, slender knight picked up one of him appearing to be bumping shoulders with a tom that appeared to be a goldish brown, but it was hard to tell if he was a tabby or anything due to the quality of the picture; but it was obvious he was a rather boyish and childish looking guy despite only being a few moons younger than him, not to mention a bit smaller than Marco. He had the goofiest grin on his face, and too much surprise, Marco had that goofy grin, too. "This was my dear friend Mario, Mario Götze. I didn't get to see him in the months before I left home."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I can go to BloodClan," the tom offered, his accent making the clans name sound sort of odd. Before he has doing his beat to hide the accent, but he'd been slacking off some - oops. Marco stood, waiting to get the okay.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"I'd still keep a watch on that eye. We do to need it getting an infection," Marco spoke in that rough voice of his, accent lacing his speech. Standing beside Skully, he couldn't help but compare to the two; they were both very different, yet alike the same. Either way, Marco bound be willing to sock anyone who messed with Bonepup due to the eye or the pirate resemblance. Maybe the look in his almond optics showed it, eh, who knows.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]I like the idea!! *w*

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