Arms Hotel, Room 329

[morpherboy]

Marco had pizza. Marco had soda. Marco had spent fifteen minutes in the lobby trying to get ready to go talk to his best friend and hopefully get more than a yes/no/fine sentence out of him. Marco also had cheese. Don't ask.

But now, here he was. Knocking.

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[momisnotdarth]

Nothing happenedd for nearly a minute. But eventually there were some shuffling sounds and the door opened slightly.

Jake looked out. "Hey, Marco." He didn't smile. He didn't invite his best friend in.

[morpherboy]

Like that has ever stopped Marco. Especially a Marco who had eaten an entire chocolate bar from the vending machine in the lobby. "Hey Jake." He pushed his way in. "I have pizza. Don't ask about the cheese."

[momisnotdarth]

The old Jake probably would have made a crack about 'sure, Marco, come on in!'. This Jake simply steps out of the way and closes the door behind them.

"I won't, then," he said.

[morpherboy]

Marco dumped the food, and cheese, on the table. "Anything on TV?" He went for the remote.