47th Report :: [Audio//English]

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco sounds very, very tired.*

If someone could bring me back my cigarettes and lighter, I would greatly appreciate it.

((Dead-ed around midday on the 16th marco is one stubborn fucker, man, so also scattered are boxers, shorts, a flask, and a pocket-sized notebook with most of the pages torn out and nothing written in it.Strikes are claimed;

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[dormant_beast]

I assume this is yours.

[The sound of pages flipping come over the comm.]

[ntjstapwn]

...probably. Little notebook, red cover?

[dormant_beast]

Yes.

[ntjstapwn]

That's it.

[dormant_beast]

I will bring it to you.

[ntjstapwn]

Thank you.

And...thank you for before.

[dormant_beast]

You are welcome. [She doesn't comment on the second one. She...can't talk about that. Instead she'll just walk to his room and knock weakly on the door.]

[ntjstapwn]

*At least he's able to answer the door this time. He looks exhausted, but much better than when she last saw him.
He tries, and fails miserably, to give her a smile.*

...Anna, I'm sorry.

[dormant_beast]

[She's got a messenger bag slung low over her hips, having taken to carrying a change of clothes with her in case of sudden shifts, his book is in there. She eyes him carefully, as if making certain he really was standing there in front of her. Then she flings her arms around him, and bursts into tears.]

[ntjstapwn]

*He clings to her in return, holding on like his life depended on it. Marco's too tired to cry, though.*

Anna, I'm so sorry you had to see that.

[dormant_beast]

[Anna isn't sure she can let go of him just yet, and instead of replying, she just buries her head in his shoulder to muffle her sobs.]

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco doesn't really want her to let go, anyway. He pulls her back into the room with him, letting go just long enough to close the door. He pets her hair, weakly.*

Its okay. I feel better now.

[dormant_beast]

[She moves into the room, letting her bag slip off her and thump to the floor. Once she's managed to compose herself, she finally looks up at him, running her fingers down his chest and arms, making sure he was still intact.]

...Good. That...is good.

[ntjstapwn]

*He's back to how he was before Lucy started the injections...physically, at least.
He lets her run her hands over him for a moment, the takes one of them in his.*

Thank you so much. I don't know if I can ever repay you, but I'll try.

[dormant_beast]

[She stares down at his hand, trying to block out the memory.]

You do not need to do that.

[ntjstapwn]

I feel like I owe you. And I want to.

*Marco only has hazy memories of the whole ordeal. Its all blurred together in his head; if not for the comms he'd never be able to figure out how much time had passed.
Still, he doubts he'll ever be able to forget what he can remember. The pain and fear is still too vivid.*