"Ah… I've got a headache, great. You guys want anything from the shop? It's dark now so I should be fine." I say standing up and stretching.
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"Yeah, I'll go with you."
I pull my hood over, "You sure? I should be fine." Having Marco come with me would be smarter, but I don't like being annoying.
Marco nods and walks towards the front door.
I look over to see Althea stuck to the computer, unaware of our conversation (so you can come find us if you come back before we're gone :P). "See you soon," I whisper under my breath, closing the door softly behind Marco.
Marco blindly followed Alastair as he made his way to the shop. "Whatcha gonna get?"
"Ah, not a clue. I actually have no money. It was more for the walk haha." I trip a little, catching myself.
"What you getting?"
Marco stops and picks up a ring and puts it on. "Would you rather be alone?"
(Sorry didn't read your post.)
Marco shrugs, "food, man. I'm getting food."
"haha, always a good place to start." I feel something watching me. Carefully, I look around. "Hey err… Let's walk a bit quicker."
Marco puts his arm around Alastair and picks up his pace.
(RISE TWITCHY RISE from the dead.)
(I swear that you're dead.)
(Yup, I was right.) (That anime must be really good.)
Althea stared at the computer screen, scrolling, scrolling through results to no avail. She searched names and clicked pictures until finally, mercifully, one of the pictures matched the woman on the news. She gasped and grinned.
"Guys! I found her!" she shot up from her seat in a rush of excitement, and collapsed. Hissing in pain, she clutched at her stomach. She was so sure it had healed, she had started paying less attention to it. It seemed that hadn't been the right thing to do.
She crawled to the bathroom, reaching for the painkillers on the edge of the sink. The tube fell and scattered.
(am I being annoying making a big deal out of this side plot?? Tell me, I don't want to get in the way of the story or anything)
(Not at all, It's interesting!)
(k cool)
(PLZ BE ALIVE!)
She whimpered and crawled across the floor, desperately reaching for a pill that had fallen on the edge of the bathtub. She reached up, but the movement brought on a stronger, fresher wave of pain. She curled up on herself and bit down on her fist, the bitter tang of blood in her mouth. It hadn't come back so strong since Maia's episode.
(Woah. What damage did Marco do?
Ps. Should Marco like Alastair?)
(like, like Alastair?
And Marco didn't cause it, it was a mix of stuff)
(Yeah. love, like Alastair. Oh alright, was his punch a factor?)
(I did say that he was bi.)
(Yes, and yes)
Marco puts his arm around Alastair and picks up his pace.
(Did. It already.)
(oh I hadn't seen. ok)
(XD.)
(should we wait for twitchy or something?)
(since we've both updated)