08-18-2018, 01:33 AM
God he really did not want to talk right now. For a few moments he contemplated even saying anything to Luca at this point, what would be the point after all as it would probably only continue. He remained silent a few moments longer before rising his body to his paws as he looked at the hellhound. Almost like it was on cue, the male took in a large sum of air and let out a sneeze, his nose becoming runny and his paw being brought up to it to wipe off the yucky wet substance. He huffed and finally chose to spoke, though his voice was strained as if someone had kicked him in the throat. He opened his mouth to speak before he heard the pickup line, the male instantly closing his mouth and putting on an annoyed look. The king cheetah raised a non-existent brow and cleared his throat, "okay." It was all he could manage to say after all, what was he supposed to say to that? While he was sick he really didn't care much about anything at the moment. He had been in sick hell for a solid month so he was ready to just accept the flirting and give up for now. Deal with it when he was in a better condition to.
Marcellus was ready to walk away and just say nothing more than the simple 'okay,' the male already on a head start and beginning to walk off until he heard Luca's next sentence. Cuddling. While sick, while having hot sweats. The male stopped and gave a small sigh, turning around to look at Luca and see the male beginning to inch closer at the pace identical to a snail, but nevertheless still inching closer. He could already tell that he wouldn't be left alone so he decided to think of something. For a moment he stayed silent before speaking up again. "Alright. We can hang out if, you help me out." He muttered low, voice occasionally cracking in the sentence. He put a lot of emphasis on the 'hang out' portion of his sentence. A part of him felt uncomfortable with cuddling with any other male and not due to Luca, but just Marcel himself. He wasn't exactly out and frankly he still wasn't convinced that he was exactly gay either, despite looking at other guys around the Typhoon and thinking them as some excellent eye candy and him frankly wanting a bit of a piece.
The male turned his whole body to face Luca once more. He was hoping that the canid wouldn't help him or would refuse to, because it was mostly an empty request. "I need someone to clean up my shack. It's frankly a mess still despite me spending a few hours cleaning it." Near the end a small cough broke out but he mostly concealed it, losing his posture for a brief moment before he regained it, taking in a sharp inhale and sharp exhale to regain himself. Marcel could very much clean his own shack and to be exact he was mostly done already, but he was hoping that the request would throw the hellhound off for him to deny the request. He really did not want to cuddle anyone.
The feline cleared his throat to rid it of the stuffy mucus-like feeling that built up in it, his chest heaving heavily for a second before he felt a bit better, his eyes closing briefly so he could relax. His condition was slowly getting better but slowly wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to get better now. A lot better at that.
Marcellus was ready to walk away and just say nothing more than the simple 'okay,' the male already on a head start and beginning to walk off until he heard Luca's next sentence. Cuddling. While sick, while having hot sweats. The male stopped and gave a small sigh, turning around to look at Luca and see the male beginning to inch closer at the pace identical to a snail, but nevertheless still inching closer. He could already tell that he wouldn't be left alone so he decided to think of something. For a moment he stayed silent before speaking up again. "Alright. We can hang out if, you help me out." He muttered low, voice occasionally cracking in the sentence. He put a lot of emphasis on the 'hang out' portion of his sentence. A part of him felt uncomfortable with cuddling with any other male and not due to Luca, but just Marcel himself. He wasn't exactly out and frankly he still wasn't convinced that he was exactly gay either, despite looking at other guys around the Typhoon and thinking them as some excellent eye candy and him frankly wanting a bit of a piece.
The male turned his whole body to face Luca once more. He was hoping that the canid wouldn't help him or would refuse to, because it was mostly an empty request. "I need someone to clean up my shack. It's frankly a mess still despite me spending a few hours cleaning it." Near the end a small cough broke out but he mostly concealed it, losing his posture for a brief moment before he regained it, taking in a sharp inhale and sharp exhale to regain himself. Marcel could very much clean his own shack and to be exact he was mostly done already, but he was hoping that the request would throw the hellhound off for him to deny the request. He really did not want to cuddle anyone.
The feline cleared his throat to rid it of the stuffy mucus-like feeling that built up in it, his chest heaving heavily for a second before he felt a bit better, his eyes closing briefly so he could relax. His condition was slowly getting better but slowly wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to get better now. A lot better at that.