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"..Wha..?" Celeste blinked at the male, rubbing his head mostly in confusion.He just let out a quiet sigh, staring at Marco as though he had suddenly grown a new set of forty-nine heads. Actually, that'd be a rather funny thing to see, someone with fifty heads. He smiled at his thoughts. But, shook his head of his own randomness and stretched before heading downstairs to tend to getting the refund. It was maybe a solid fifteen minutes later that he returned, let alone got the chance to think of getting back to Marco. He just quietly opened the door, and put the money down Marco's shirt as quickly as possible before picking up one of the cases with a small, sweet smile.
Taking a moment to get the cases down to the car, he stood in front of his cousin, hand on hip as he gave the elder a pout. "Move your a**, I don't plan on driving all night." He snapped, coming to realize he was almost as bad as his birth father. Who was worse than he is, and would rush everyone out the door to be even five minutes early. Of course, the result of the man's rushing always seemed to result in them being there an hour early-- if not earlier. Perhaps that was the trait of the man that had gotten him and his wife killed? Had he not been rushing them, maybe they could've avoided the wreck all together.
Glancing out the window, he sighed quietly, pulling at his odd-the-shoulder shirt, a plain shirt that was twice his size with a picture of a cartoon-like-panda eating bamboo. Perhaps that was one of the few things he never really grew out of, his love of being around his cousin, and pandas. ....Wait, love of his cousin? Shaking his head of those kinds of thoughts as to night get overworked on it, just started humming as he left the room, figuring that at least sooner or later, the olive-skinned idiot would come down to the car. A hum started from his throat, which got him wondering about his own puberty. Was it shot, or something? He wasn't manly, infact his voice seemed like it belonged to a girl.But multiple people enjoyed him speaking, they all found it sweet and cute. Perhaps of the softness and light sound of being heartbroken that seemed ever present in his voice. It wasn't like he was upset about anything, it had just always been like that as far back as he could remember. Though, perhaps the tone had grown more noticeable, as people at work were almost constantly asking him what was wrong when the entire day could be going perfectly fine.
Once getting into the driver's seat of the car, Les just started to mumble to himself, mostly shaming himself for his "stupidity" of not being able to mature properly. Marco seemed so much more grown up, and it almost killed him to know such a thing. But, he just rubbed his head, fumbling with the air conditioner in the car to pass time. The shaming, ultimately, just ended with the blonde boy smacking his forehead into the top of the steering wheel.
//Whee words.//
