Reincarnated hatred

Rashe smirked "I can't, and that's terrible. Hopefully it gets better

Marco rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, unfortunately unless I can get a job of some sort that won't happen."

Rashe shrugged indifferently "not with that attitude and determination it won't." He said "how's shifting going?"

"Same as always, why do you care?" he responded, it's the attitude that's keeping me alive

Rashe glanced up from not picking with his knife "believe it or not, I care for your well being. No matter how much a pain in the ass you are."

Marco rolled his eyes, "Well now, someone in this life actually care what the hell happens to me! Honestly at this rate I'd like to just move on to the next one." he said, laughing.

"please, don't say that." Rashe said, completely serious. He stood in front of Marcos now "I've always cared, not only in just in this life but in all we've shared. You just never took notice apparently." He shrugged and walked by him towards an allyway exit. "I'll see you around, dear."

Marco watched him go, trying to ignore the pang in his heart, Heck… I've always noticed….

Once out of the allyway, rashe headed towards a small apartment building. He set his things down and layed in the couch

Marco sighed, heading off down another alley, before climbing up an old fire escape.

He glared at the TV and groaned "smooth as silk Rashe, smooth." He sat up arnd an a hand through his hair. He headed to the window and sat on the sill "stay safe, dear," he muttered

Marco huffed to himslf as he pulled himself up on the roof, sighing when he saw the cloth he'd drapped from the ducts.

He turned away from the window and headed to his bedroom, clutching the pillow to his chest as he fell asleep

Marco sighed, creeping under the cloth to the ragged sleeping bag he'd found in a dumpster, shifting to the form of a small terrier he curled up on top of it to sleep.

Rashe woke in the middle of the night, not being able to sleep. He got up and headed ouside, needing to clear his head

(Sorry! Had to go see the Canada Day Fireworks!)
Marco sighed, he'd been trying to sleep for ahile now, but even on a summer night it was still cold.

Rashe pulled out his phone and started to play some soft music as he walked through the empty city streets.

Marco sighed softly, shifting back, shivering a little before getting up to take a walk, hoping to tire himself out so he could sleep.

He hummed softly and weaved through the streets, coming to stop at the library's ornate staircase and sitting down

Marco slipped down the fire escape and into the alley. Wrapping his arms around himself he slipped out onto the streets, heading no place in particular.

Rashe layed back on the stairs and stared up at the starts, "you never seem to change, sure we can't see more I've of like we did before, but youre still there." He muttered, shivering as the cool wind of the night penetrated his jacket

Marco shivered a little as he walked down the streets, not really thinking of anything as he walked towards the library.

He sat up and zipped his jacket up, pulling his hood over his head "you're as old as we, wonder whole live out who, us or you."

Marco stopped when he reached the corner facing the library, shivering a little, "Why must I always be drawn to you?" he said softly.

Rashe stood up and climbed the stairs of the library, still looking up "you can't have us yet. You're not allowed to have him yet."

Marco raised an eyebrow watching him for a moment, confused by his words.

He glanced down at the floor and repeated the statement again before sighing and walking off towards the park again

Marco let his eyes follow the other, when a gust of wind brought him back to his senses, the cold sending chills down his spine as his skin tingled at the contact, the cold biting at his fingers.

Rashe finally reached the park, having to use the flashlight on his phone to see the path. he glanced around, carefull not to wake any homeless people camping out on benches. he found the grass patch he had sat at hours before and took a seat, holding his head in his hands

Marco hummed, following him curiously, he nodded in understanding to another kid, shivering on a bench. He knew the feeling.