fending | heaven pcs: marcoh

[ with the clothing store advertising new arrivals, fidelio stopped by to see what they had. neither him or basilio are much for swimming, but after spending weeks on the world's hottest island dressed in their long-sleeved suits for some fucking reason (atlus), he figures getting some more fitting attire might not be a bad idea, even if heaven is apparently temperature-controlled.

he's currently frowning at a shirt on a hanger, like he's having trouble picturing how it would fit without something to physically compare it to.

...and then he sees marcoh and calls over to him. ]

Oi. Mind if I borrow you for a minute?

[ fidelio is already crouching down in front of the tree looking at the gift boxes in the morning, so he just picks up the present with marcoh's name on the tag and holds it out when he notices him. save him the effort of coming all the way down here from way up there. ]

For you, apparently.

[ Me typing w1 Monday and then backtracking so fast like no...

Anyway Marcoh is just leaning on a wall somewhere, being as shadow of a guy as anyone his size can possibly be. He nods vaguely when Fidelio comes around but he looks grim about it. ]

Again.

[ Greaaat. ]

Don't know how open we will be to opening up new fun places but hopefully there is a clinic in it.

[ Seriously...they're gonna need it. ]

[ the memory that plays across the mirrors this time is one that's both very personal and very painful, and feels all the more raw after last week's events. fidelio winces as soon as it starts, but lets it play as-is. ]

[ Just the whole of Italy in a fucking train car.

Marcoh is here just seeming extremely nonplussed about the whole thing but not in a bad way? Just. Whoa... he's in some area with street food, eating some bread while leaned against the wall and taking in the scenery with an expression that just seems vaguely confused. ]

[ texting after that curse wears off ]

Oof
Sorry about that

[ Well he's gotta be in Italy again I suppose. Although this time it's not really on purpose because he got sent here via crazy doors.

He's just by the Tiberian River, staring off into the curve of it down the way. Around him you can see little flashes, visions of a place that looks quite similar but also not -- so similar to Italy but somehow darker, mistier, foggier. ]

[ What's up, Fidelio. Marcoh is just checking in on the rats in the train car and well. ]

...Not the solution I was expecting but I suppose this is for the better...

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