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He might as well have been considered a zombie as he looked and acted like one, save for the green skin tone that zombies in movies and shows typically had. If his skin were to turn green he would probably freak out and never show his face in the Typhoon again.
Marcellus hadn't even realized that Bakugou was standing near him until he heard the spew of words come from the teenagers mouth. For a moment Marcel contemplated what he should say, if he should even say anything that is. The king cheetah took a few more gulps of water to cool his burning sore throat before he lifted his head to the ragdoll's height, running his tongue over his lips before he completely lifted his head and sat down in the sand. "I would if I wasn't so sick I could-" The males sentence was cut off by a cough that would probably send germs flying everywhere due to how strong it was. He held his breath for a few moments before continuing to speak his peace to the domestic feline. "stand to walk without wanting to collapse." He finished, voice low and raspy as he spoke. He wasn't annoyed or mad, but rather a bit amused as he looked at the teenager.
He knew that teenagers could be quite angsty at times but then again, adults like Marcel were no exception to this either. The king cheetah began to get to his paws fully to stand, stretching out his muscled frame as he soaked up the sun along his pelt, stretching out each one of his limbs that he could manage. His body felt stiff all over due to him not going on his used-to-be daily jogs, or practicing things like swimming. Him being bedridden for so long had it's toll on him and now he was pretty much paying the price in full. The male had nearly forgotten Bakugou was there while he was lost in his own thoughts, realizing he was still there when he spoke. Bakugou huh? Another new face that he would have to get to know and memorize, and to be frank he was really bad when it came to names. Marcel was surprised at himself that he remembered most the names correctly of those in the Typhoon, but being sick would definitely hinder those new abilities of his.
The king cheetah collapsed his entire body onto the beach sand, the sand sticking to his pelt as his entire body lied against the heated grains. "Marcellus." He answered back, a small smile making it's way onto his maw before he felt another cough build up, forcing it to escape the males mouth and out into the open. "Don't worry, I promise me and my sickness aren't deadly. Yet." An obvious joke. He tried to fill his tone with a more humorous one but it only came out as monotone as he didn't want.
He might as well have been considered a zombie as he looked and acted like one, save for the green skin tone that zombies in movies and shows typically had. If his skin were to turn green he would probably freak out and never show his face in the Typhoon again.
Marcellus hadn't even realized that Bakugou was standing near him until he heard the spew of words come from the teenagers mouth. For a moment Marcel contemplated what he should say, if he should even say anything that is. The king cheetah took a few more gulps of water to cool his burning sore throat before he lifted his head to the ragdoll's height, running his tongue over his lips before he completely lifted his head and sat down in the sand. "I would if I wasn't so sick I could-" The males sentence was cut off by a cough that would probably send germs flying everywhere due to how strong it was. He held his breath for a few moments before continuing to speak his peace to the domestic feline. "stand to walk without wanting to collapse." He finished, voice low and raspy as he spoke. He wasn't annoyed or mad, but rather a bit amused as he looked at the teenager.
He knew that teenagers could be quite angsty at times but then again, adults like Marcel were no exception to this either. The king cheetah began to get to his paws fully to stand, stretching out his muscled frame as he soaked up the sun along his pelt, stretching out each one of his limbs that he could manage. His body felt stiff all over due to him not going on his used-to-be daily jogs, or practicing things like swimming. Him being bedridden for so long had it's toll on him and now he was pretty much paying the price in full. The male had nearly forgotten Bakugou was there while he was lost in his own thoughts, realizing he was still there when he spoke. Bakugou huh? Another new face that he would have to get to know and memorize, and to be frank he was really bad when it came to names. Marcel was surprised at himself that he remembered most the names correctly of those in the Typhoon, but being sick would definitely hinder those new abilities of his.
The king cheetah collapsed his entire body onto the beach sand, the sand sticking to his pelt as his entire body lied against the heated grains. "Marcellus." He answered back, a small smile making it's way onto his maw before he felt another cough build up, forcing it to escape the males mouth and out into the open. "Don't worry, I promise me and my sickness aren't deadly. Yet." An obvious joke. He tried to fill his tone with a more humorous one but it only came out as monotone as he didn't want.