08-22-2018, 11:58 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]♦ — marko was... a little confused. he could definitely assume that maverick was important, seeing how cat talked to him as if they were equals, but either he was forgetting something or most definitely had never heard of the berserkers before. he wouldn't be surprised either way, though, frankly. but, whatever, he could deal with confusion, and there was clearly some confusion going on in the area. after all, the guy seemed to be under the pretense that cat was undertaker, which was very much false. she just didn't have the drive for it.
he glanced to michael and gave him a small smile, hoping it wasn't too clear that he was heavily enjoying having a boy wrapped around his fingers. it was nice having a trophy, but the vampire shrugged him away as politely as possible, deciding it would be best to keep him out of this. he was just too clueless for the big kids' politics.
he took a step forward. "i'm leading, actually," he said, keeping himself from petting the pigeon too tough. after all, it was a rare find, and some anger over not being correctly pinpointed as the ragtag town's leader. the question of privacy was also something brought up. "and i'd be perfectly fine with havin' the rest of san creado listen to your offerings, maverick."
the horse was a little threatening, frankly, but having a big, fancy looking pigeon was no real match in terms of where marko's own personal respect would go between the two of them. sure, he would likely bend to the concept of speaking in private if he was pushed ever so slightly harder, but where exactly was the fun in that? he wasn't a wimp, and he wasn't going to be intimidated by some dude on his high-horse, calling himself leader. after all, marko was just that but with a figurative horse instead of a literal one.
he glanced to michael and gave him a small smile, hoping it wasn't too clear that he was heavily enjoying having a boy wrapped around his fingers. it was nice having a trophy, but the vampire shrugged him away as politely as possible, deciding it would be best to keep him out of this. he was just too clueless for the big kids' politics.
he took a step forward. "i'm leading, actually," he said, keeping himself from petting the pigeon too tough. after all, it was a rare find, and some anger over not being correctly pinpointed as the ragtag town's leader. the question of privacy was also something brought up. "and i'd be perfectly fine with havin' the rest of san creado listen to your offerings, maverick."
the horse was a little threatening, frankly, but having a big, fancy looking pigeon was no real match in terms of where marko's own personal respect would go between the two of them. sure, he would likely bend to the concept of speaking in private if he was pushed ever so slightly harder, but where exactly was the fun in that? he wasn't a wimp, and he wasn't going to be intimidated by some dude on his high-horse, calling himself leader. after all, marko was just that but with a figurative horse instead of a literal one.
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