08-11-2018, 03:58 AM
It was a rather interesting thing to watch the gears shifting in Markos head, to watch the brief flickers of varying emotions that flit across his face, gone as quick as they had come. It was obvious that the teenager was formulating something in his head and, although Michael wasn't worried about it, there was always a curiosity that came with watching somebody think. Michael had always been seen as rather oblivious and, for the most part, he was. He knew that he didn't always know what was happening around him and he knew that he didn't usually pick up on obvious things that were going on. He knew this, and tried to make an effort to observe the world around him, but he was always distracted by such small things.
Michael would have a curious tilt to his head as he watched Marko scale the dilapidated building. His gaze would shift to the building itself after a few moments. He would examine the worn and crumbling bricks that made up the lopsided walls, the broken and stained concrete that made up the roof, the shattered glass and crumbling wood frames of what had once been windows. It was obvious that this building had witnessed a lot in its existence and Michael was in a near reverent state as he inspected it. This lasted but a few moments before he was snapped out of it by the sudden thump of a fallen brick.
He'd acknowledge Markos words with a nod and a slight smile, although it seemed like a smile was some sort had been on his face since he met this dude. It was interesting to not know why you reacted the way that you did around some people. The curly haired brunet would begin his ascent when Marko was at the halfway point, figuring that it would likely be safe at that point.
Michael found odd comfort in the climb, memories of all the trees and structures that he would scale resurfacing. He had been a rather hyperactive kid and, although it worried his mother to no ends, he would climb anything if given the chance. The activity had been stopped when his little brother, Sam, was old enough to follow him around and expressed interest in going up with him. Michael knew that he had to be a responsible older brother and that it was too unsafe to keep climbing, to set a bad example for Sam, so he stopped. This was the first time that he had climbed anything in a few years and he enjoyed the familiarity that it brought.
The teen would curl his fingers around the lip of the roof and pull himself up, having to take a moment to regain his breath when he had finally made it. He would make his way to Marko, quietly as to not disturb the pigeon in his grasp, and sit down beside him. "You're right" He'd say, voice reflecting his awe at the view. "It's beautiful." There were certainly no sights like this in the near desert region that he had grown up in.
Michael would have a curious tilt to his head as he watched Marko scale the dilapidated building. His gaze would shift to the building itself after a few moments. He would examine the worn and crumbling bricks that made up the lopsided walls, the broken and stained concrete that made up the roof, the shattered glass and crumbling wood frames of what had once been windows. It was obvious that this building had witnessed a lot in its existence and Michael was in a near reverent state as he inspected it. This lasted but a few moments before he was snapped out of it by the sudden thump of a fallen brick.
He'd acknowledge Markos words with a nod and a slight smile, although it seemed like a smile was some sort had been on his face since he met this dude. It was interesting to not know why you reacted the way that you did around some people. The curly haired brunet would begin his ascent when Marko was at the halfway point, figuring that it would likely be safe at that point.
Michael found odd comfort in the climb, memories of all the trees and structures that he would scale resurfacing. He had been a rather hyperactive kid and, although it worried his mother to no ends, he would climb anything if given the chance. The activity had been stopped when his little brother, Sam, was old enough to follow him around and expressed interest in going up with him. Michael knew that he had to be a responsible older brother and that it was too unsafe to keep climbing, to set a bad example for Sam, so he stopped. This was the first time that he had climbed anything in a few years and he enjoyed the familiarity that it brought.
The teen would curl his fingers around the lip of the roof and pull himself up, having to take a moment to regain his breath when he had finally made it. He would make his way to Marko, quietly as to not disturb the pigeon in his grasp, and sit down beside him. "You're right" He'd say, voice reflecting his awe at the view. "It's beautiful." There were certainly no sights like this in the near desert region that he had grown up in.
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