♠ Jack of Clubs ♠

[dontcallmegol]

I honestly never thought I'd see Marshall again. Buildings don't usually just... fix themselves after something like that. But, here it is, home sweet home.

Looks like the scientists decided to take some pity on us. Guess I owe thanks for that and the basket of stuff.

Also, nice work everyone. Hopefully now we'll have some peace and quiet eh?

Comments

[moarcowbell]

We never did have our fight, did we.

[dontcallmegol]

Fight?

[moarcowbell]

From one little man to another little man.

1/2

[dontcallmegol]

{From one...what? OH! Now he looks a little sheepish.}

Ah, I uh... sorry for any trouble.

2/2

[dontcallmegol]

Though uh, if you're looking for a spar of some sort. I'd be glad to oblige. Can't hurt to get some training in.

[moarcowbell]

Ah, no I should be the one apologizing. My younger self is a handful.

[dontcallmegol]

Ditto. I was a little hellion. {Still am at times.}

Though, you don't need to apologize. I don't remember a thing.

[moarcowbell]

Really? I seem to remember it well. You were a pretty cute monster.

[dontcallmegol]

A-ah... thanks. {Not blushing, shush.}

[moarcowbell]

Ah, no problem.

[dontcallmegol]

I'm sure you were an adorable kid too.

[moarcowbell]

Nah, just a punk.

[dontcallmegol]

Then I was just a brat.

[moarcowbell]

But a cute freckly one.