Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
Marcus was eating breakfast when he arrived, specifically an egg and bacon muffin, and he was really enjoying it.
He unlocked the gates, opened up the shed, then happened to notice an upside down metal basket under which was trapped a rat. The rat was glaring at Marcus, obviously remembering the short-lived war they had waged not so long ago.
Marcus crouched in front of the basket and offered the rat a piece of bacon. "Know how you feel," he told the rat, who stared at him in rodential bemusement. It was a practical rat, however, so it took the bacon, nibbling it while Marcus talked.
"I'm trapped here, same as you are. Worst part is, I'm getting used to it. Some days I don't even mind. Beats the hell out of where I was before." Marcus considered the rat, then tipped the basket over. "Difference between you and me is you've got someone to let you out." He broke off a small piece of muffin and held it out to the rat.
The rat looked over its shoulder, obviously contemplating flight, then reached out to take the muffin.
"You should know better," he told it. "Nothing's free." It earned him flattened ears and a suspicious look. Marcus smiled, just a small one. "Except hard as it is to believe, sometimes it is." He set the rest of his breakfast in front of the rat, then stood up and went to work on his current project, leaving behind a slightly confused, but very grateful, rodent.
[Open junkyard is open and conversations with rodents suggested by wrongkindofsith! Marcus may tell you all about his feeeeeeeelings today, just be warned.
ETA: Warning for Marcus and Kyle sharing their feelings. Yes, Hell has truly frozen over.]
He unlocked the gates, opened up the shed, then happened to notice an upside down metal basket under which was trapped a rat. The rat was glaring at Marcus, obviously remembering the short-lived war they had waged not so long ago.
Marcus crouched in front of the basket and offered the rat a piece of bacon. "Know how you feel," he told the rat, who stared at him in rodential bemusement. It was a practical rat, however, so it took the bacon, nibbling it while Marcus talked.
"I'm trapped here, same as you are. Worst part is, I'm getting used to it. Some days I don't even mind. Beats the hell out of where I was before." Marcus considered the rat, then tipped the basket over. "Difference between you and me is you've got someone to let you out." He broke off a small piece of muffin and held it out to the rat.
The rat looked over its shoulder, obviously contemplating flight, then reached out to take the muffin.
"You should know better," he told it. "Nothing's free." It earned him flattened ears and a suspicious look. Marcus smiled, just a small one. "Except hard as it is to believe, sometimes it is." He set the rest of his breakfast in front of the rat, then stood up and went to work on his current project, leaving behind a slightly confused, but very grateful, rodent.
[Open junkyard is open and conversations with rodents suggested by wrongkindofsith! Marcus may tell you all about his feeeeeeeelings today, just be warned.
ETA: Warning for Marcus and Kyle sharing their feelings. Yes, Hell has truly frozen over.]