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"Nice," Marco commented, humming quietly. -Dang, how long is it going to take before we even go inside the house? I'm exhausted man, not sure about her though- He thought, flicking his gaze back to her. |
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"Alright, let's go inside. I'll make dinner, and let you settle in." She stated, shutting off the barn lights. |
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"Oh you don't have to make me anything, I can just go.... yeah nevermind, my friends are all probably blithering drunk-I let them take my truck." He paused, following behind her. "If they get into a wreck it's my problem but they better be paying me." Marco mused quietly, walking behind. |
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Once inside, she led him upstairs, into a room with a king-sized bed. "This'll be your room." She stated, opening the door. |
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"Dang, you're treating me nice I guess." He mused, setting his hat on one of the bedside tables and tossing the small bag of things he'd brought in the corner. |
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"There's a bathroom down the hall, last door straight down. Go ahead and shower or whatever, I'll get dinner started." She stated. |
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"Alright, thank you again." He said, grabbing a few things before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Marco popped his shirt off and saw the array of scars all on him, along with the recent bruises and the discoloration on his neck. The most ominous being the long scar that trickled down from his right shoulder to the bottom of his back. He frowned, showering quickly before drying off and pulling a pair of shorts on and a shirt as well before heading back into the bedroom and putting the dirty clothes in his bag before heading back downstairs. |
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"I'm washin' clothes tonight, Marco! Just leave them in the bathroom!" Liliana called. |
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"Alright," Marco called back, heading back up and taking his clothes back out of his bag before folding them neatly and setting them in a pile in the bathroom before continuing downstairs and acknowledging Liliana before calling Blane and hoping he wasn't drunk to figure out where his truck was. |
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"Hope you don't mind the dogs." She stated. On the floor laid her dogs; a black German shepard, a black Cane Corso, a black Daniff, and a Great Pyrenees. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
