FIRST OF ALL, TIF (SADLY IN ABSENTIA TONIGHT) AND I WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME ALL AND SUNDRY TO THE CONGREGATION, THE SUPER-EPIC FRIENDING MEME AT THE
ninth_eagle SHOVELED ME SOME NEW FRIENDS AND I WOULD LIKE TO ISSUE AN EXTREMELY ENTHUSIASTIC AND INAPPROPRIATE (*GROPE GROPE*) 'HULLO' IN THEIR GENERAL DIRECTION. I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY THIS WEEK'S MASS AND THAT YOU
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“What?”
Marcus didn’t know how he got himself into these situations. He really didn’t. Ever since childhood, it had been as if he’d walked around with a sign stapled to his head that said, ‘HIT ME’.
“How shall I put this in a way a Yank would understand? Come at me, bro.”
Tittering came from the crowd.
Mom had always told Marcus to keep his ego in check. Obviously, this was God’s cosmic way of saying it, too.
So, next time Marcus saw a skinny little guy in clothes too sizes too big, Marcus would keep his fat mouth shut. And he would absolutely not laugh incredulously, while staring directly at said dude.
Marcus’ social skills were about as developed as the pet turtle he’d had in sixth grade. This idiocy was what had brought him to this point.
“Um,” Marcus said. “I don’t want to hurt you, man.”
Esca MacCunoval - according to Marcus’ pal, Cottia - was a formidable guy. Apparently.
Seriously, though. Could anyone blame Marcus for laughing? How could he not? MacCunoval was like a full foot shorter than Marcus - and ( ... )
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To be fair, though, MacCunoval was breathing like a freight train and his face looked like a tomato as he helped Marcus up once more. This time, Marcus didn’t pull him down.
Applause and chatter surrounded them as Marcus and MacCunoval eyed each other up with a frown and smirk, respectively.
“You put up a decent fight,” MacCunoval said, placing his hands on his hips as he sucked in a breath.
“I hope so,” Marcus said, a smile finally pulling at his lips. “I have to judge the wrestling bouts in an hour.”
MacCunoval’s eyebrows shot up. “A wrestler. Should’ve guessed. The only Yanks at London Seni ever are mat molesters.”
Marcus cocked his head. “Thanks.” He paused and refused to shuffle his feet. “You’re not so bad, either.”
MacCunoval snorted a laugh and headed to the edge of the platform for a water bottle. “You don’t have to tell me that, mate. Just mind with whom you start rammies.”
“I think it was you who started it, actually ( ... )
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:D
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“How shall I put this in a way a Yank would understand? Come at me, bro.”
Had me grinning like a cheshire cat.
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I SHOULD GO BE A MEMBER OF SOCIETY. AND NOW I HAVE TO STAY AND READ THIS.
AND DROOL.
OH LALA. OH.
YOU HAVE ABANDON THE PATH OF MORAL CONDUCT AND CHOSE THE ONE OF PORN AND LIGHT.
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