07-25-2018, 02:15 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]♦ — marko felt more disappointed in himself than he was expecting; mostly because he wasn't assuming he'd get as harsh of a reaction. he stepped in slowly, trying to keep himself from squeezing the pigeon too harshly. it wasn't his fault that pigeons were living creatures who needed food to eat, really. sure, ez told him to keep the birds out of his house, but... "they help me out," he mumbled, pulling it closer. hopefully the medic (former? marko wasn't sure, and he sensed that digging into the vamp's history wouldn't be right for the time) would understand where he was coming from. he was... getting a little nervous. that was all.
the next question ezra threw at him also hurt, though maybe not as personally. he was being a bit too reckless for his current state, and it was backfiring. he kept his eyes on the floorboards, half-rotted from the tsunami and practically covered in plantlife, brow furrowed. thinking wasn't something he had to do that intently very often, but he found himself almost intimidated by ezra at times, and he cared probably too much about what others perceived him as.
"i was climbing a building and they broke while i was pulling myself onto the roof," he said curtly, laughter bubbling up again despite his best attempts at keeping his habits at bay. marko felt like a complete idiot, really. "it wasn't my intention to break them, ez."
he sat himself down on the floor, knowing from the regular visits that he really shouldn't expect anything nice to sit down on. he put the pigeon in his lap, trying to make sure it didn't try to fly off and eat any of ezra's plants. he then pulled off some clothing in the following order: gloves, jacket, and shirt. marko wasn't a person who felt self-conscious about his body; he was absolutely confident, at least, when he wasn't feeling as nervous as he did. he leaned back on his palms, trying to make himself comfortable. "can you just patch it up?" he said, tone almost whiny.
he felt guilty. actually, he mostly just felt stupid. marko took a deep breath with the intent on relaxing himself, wishing ezra would be a bit more compassionate.
the next question ezra threw at him also hurt, though maybe not as personally. he was being a bit too reckless for his current state, and it was backfiring. he kept his eyes on the floorboards, half-rotted from the tsunami and practically covered in plantlife, brow furrowed. thinking wasn't something he had to do that intently very often, but he found himself almost intimidated by ezra at times, and he cared probably too much about what others perceived him as.
"i was climbing a building and they broke while i was pulling myself onto the roof," he said curtly, laughter bubbling up again despite his best attempts at keeping his habits at bay. marko felt like a complete idiot, really. "it wasn't my intention to break them, ez."
he sat himself down on the floor, knowing from the regular visits that he really shouldn't expect anything nice to sit down on. he put the pigeon in his lap, trying to make sure it didn't try to fly off and eat any of ezra's plants. he then pulled off some clothing in the following order: gloves, jacket, and shirt. marko wasn't a person who felt self-conscious about his body; he was absolutely confident, at least, when he wasn't feeling as nervous as he did. he leaned back on his palms, trying to make himself comfortable. "can you just patch it up?" he said, tone almost whiny.
he felt guilty. actually, he mostly just felt stupid. marko took a deep breath with the intent on relaxing himself, wishing ezra would be a bit more compassionate.
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