THE STOLEN CENTURY || open, joining

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Dupâ ploie, vine soare.

Marco visibly calmed down, over eager that he'd finally met someone who knew fluent Romanian. It had been quite a while and honestly, this was soooo refreshing. The angel beams now, smile brilliant and his previous caution towards Beck just melting away within seconds. "Scuze. Voi merge mai lent." he apologized, dipping his head quickly. He'd been prepared to speak again before the ghost jumped in and introduced himself. And right then, his once relaxed stance became more tense- nervous even. This was the Beck he heard about, of course unless there where more Becks living here. What mattered, was that this was a Beck and he had to remember why he was really here. He took in a breath, thinking back to when he first proposed his mission to God. It had taken much persuasion to get him to spill his brother's full name- how else was he to find him with only a first name after all? And once again, he would use it. "Beck." he repeated quietly. "Beck Fisher? Îmi pare rău dacă nu este numele tău. Caut pe cineva. Fratele meu. El nu a sosit în Cer. Am căutat ani și ani pentru el. V-am irosit timpul im-" He began rambling on about his search before abruptly apologizing and shaking his head. A stranger needn't know of every little detail. It did get quite repetitive after a while. He muttered another apology, his fluffy stubs of wings twitching nervously. His eyes kept focus on Beck, though he couldn't help but stare at his jaw, gross and torn and... dripping? Interesting indeed. Did it hurt?

MARCO

#psychosocial.