Marco smiles and pats his back pocket, "I've got the cash. They already suspect that you had it. I promise that I won't let them get you arrested."
Bag thief Roleplay
(I call on the HE/SHE!)
(ME TOOOOOO! XD)
(Sorry internet problems, meep.)
I smile slightly, but it quickly flickers away. "What if it's not the money…" I glance up to Marco's eyes, "A bag, with a gun and a few hundred dollars (gonna guess we're in America? I dunno.) doesn't seem worth killing over. So what if there is something else? Something we didn't see… Something worth our lives…"
Althea blinked. "Weeerrraaaybeee?" she mumbled.
I slowly turn towards Althea, "What did you say? wee-r-aybee? I don't know about you but I'm not an 'aybee'?"
Althea turned to look at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Where I be?"
"Oh! Oh my god I'm stupid, you be in a warehouse hun." I smile moving towards her and sitting down infront of her.
She giggles. "Cool."
"So erm… What's up sleepy?"
She frowned. "Not a whole lot. What about you?"
"I'm good Althea. I'm good." I lean forward, crossing my legs and clutching my feet, "Get some rest, I don't think we can stay here forever."
Althea shakes her head indignantly. "I'm all good." She stands unsteadily.
I poke Althea's leg, she instantly breaks under the pressure. I fling my arms forward, catching her whilst also falling forward slightly. As she sits back down, I let go. "I think Marco is wanting a break, so we should hang around for a little bit for him." I say, my attempt of making her want to stay put for a bit.
(Hey, I'm back now.)
(What exactly would Marco want a break from…?)
Althea nods and falls asleep leaning on Alastair's shoulder.
(Alastair was just saying that to make Althea stay and get some kip)
"Hey, Marco, come on." I almost whisper, watching Marco pace.
(M'kay.)
(I still ship Marco and Alastair……. WHAT HAPPENED!!!!)
(Dw Alastair is gay, not bi. He's just nice)
(oh it's happening don't you worry about that)
(XD I know.)
(haha!)
"Hey, Marco, come on." I almost whisper, watching Marco pace.
(He can't 'come in' when it's a one-room warehouse. XD)
(I meant like come over XD sorry)
Marco glances at Alastair and shoves a hand through his hair. "Dude. I feel that I'm fathering you two. I mean she's the oldest but she's passed out right now. And you… Ugh, I can't even."
Althea heard this. She opened her eyes. "Marco?" she asked clearly. She sat up and fought through the haze in her mind. "Fathering?"
Marco found a wooden crate and sat on it, facing the Als. "I've been on the run for a while. My fake name that was all over the news was, Felix Dashbelt. It's annoying to have to drag two more people into it."
"You're not dragging anyone. And if it was so annoying, you would have left us long ago."
"Wow wow wow wow WOW! Wait a minute, why did I get the 'urgh'? I've been responsible and…" I think about everything that's happened so far. I need more carers.