Notes

/me That girl's best chance of living to old age is to keep Marcellis' name out of her mouth. He doesn't see a reason why she should ever be speaking about him, he barely knows her and is planning on keeping it that way but if she's keen on talking about Marcellis then maybe he ought to go over and pay her a visit once she's back - Marci's clouded thoughts are easy to read, he's always had this attitude of his, even more so since he's come out and began living as who he is more authentically. He's not planning on being trampled over and he'll make it known.

"I really hope she doesn't actually talk about me Enzo." Marci looks over his shoulder, his smile is warm and sweet with the corners too sharp for it to be anything but an attempt to not appear as rabid as he feels. Enzo's good, really good, the type of good that isn't forced or a facade and Marcellis tries not to bare his teeth and get too worked up around him, it also helps that Enzo's presence alone is comforting for Marci. "That being said, we getting drunk and watching bird documentaries or what?" He peels off the hoodie he had been wearing underneath and throws it at Enzo's face, his feet pattering into the living room and then the thud of a body throwing itself onto the couch can be heard. "Bring the beers and chips!" Bossy.