heaven / marcoh

[midway]

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[midway]

Yeah. Never seen one before?

[boxcar]

I've never been, no.

Never had the time to go there. Or really ever thought about it.

[midway]

[ Takes paw. Hopefully Marcoh doesn't suplex him. ]

Follow me.

[ They're going shopping. ]

[boxcar]

[ He doesn't... yet... ]

To where?

[ He looks at the held hand but he does not resist. ]

[midway]

[ He hasn't actually started going anywhere so they're just standing here holding hands. ]

There's that shop with all the clothing.

[boxcar]

[ He does not seem to mind this. Much. Not yet anyway. ]

Are you in need of something there?

[midway]

[ I am so intimidated by Marcoh. ]

You're the one who said you're feeling hot.

[boxcar]

[ Hello? Wow. ]

Warm, not hot.

But if it looks out of place on a beach, then...

[ He can go. Take us away. ]

[midway]

[ Here they go. ]

What kept you do busy before coming here? Seems like you weren't granted much of a work-life balance.

[boxcar]

A lot of things. Work.

[ He contemplates what to say. ]

Jobs I wasn't really down to do.

[midway]

[ Hmm. Glancing at him. ]

Were you a mercenary of sorts?

[boxcar]

No.

[ Although when Claude says that he does seem a little uncertain. ]

I was a boxer mostly. Just ran a few errands on the side.

[midway]

[ Would Claude even know what a boxer is. Whatever, I'll just say yes for simplicity. ]

But you didn't want to.

[ Anyway, the shop selling swimsuits is right on the boardwalk so they can reach there pretty quickly. ]

Are you glad at least, to be free of that?

[boxcar]

...It's not exactly the way I would've liked it...

[ Being dead. He looks at these swimsuits like huh. ]

I don't know what is going to happen from here on. But I don't have much of a choice but to find out.

[midway]

[ Go ahead and pick out a little something for yourself, beautiful. It's on me. ]

We're all in that boat together. [ Let's go of their joined hands so Marcoh can explore the swimsuits freely. ] How's your frog?

[boxcar]

[ He's looking at all these swim shorts like they're some foreign nonsense. Why are they all so bright and patterned? ]

Oh. He is doing well.

Lucas and I have turned the box into a sort of habitat for him.

[midway]

[ I'm sorry, Marcoh. Claude loves bright colours so he sees nothing wrong with this. ]

Oh, you're rooming with Lucas? He seems easy to live with.

[boxcar]

[ Holds up a darker green pair with subtler tropical patterning... this one isn't so bad? ]

I am. He is easy to live with. We are on the leftmost on the second floor.

Who are you with again?

[midway]

[ It will look nice on you. Bust out those tits. ]

Richie. He's pretty chatty, but in a good way.

[boxcar]

Oh. Yeah.

I can't really figure out half the things he says but he is nice, I think...

[ Looks at Claude's outfit... and at least shrugs off his jacket. I guess it's a halfsleeve underneath. This works. ]

[midway]

You're not from a similar place?

[ They dress kind of similar so that's what he would've guessed.

He tinkers with some of the souvenirs as Marcoh gets himself changed. ]

[boxcar]

I don't think so, from what we talked about. It sounds pretty different.

[ He's not from some cursed-ass island for one. ]

[midway]

[ aren't u tho i played 2 hours of funger ]

So you're not familiar with "Los Angeles"?

[boxcar]

[ HELP IT'S NOT AN ISLAND... I'm sorry you experienced Funger. I'm not sure which one but I'm a lot more sorry about one of those two games. ]

No.

The words sound almost familiar but not really.

[midway]

[ THE SECOND ONE... ]

So there's no one here from the same world as you?