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 Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:43 pm
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 Virgil watched him add the eggs to the water out of the corner of an eye. So, that was what Marcel had chosen to make for breakfast. He pressed his lips together in order to contain a grin while he watched him, hoping that he knew what he was doing. Cracking into a half-cooked mess wouldn’t be fun. Some people preferred it like that but it was unpleasant in his opinion. Almost made his skin crawl thinking about having to slurp down a gooey, lumpy substance. Still, he wasn’t going to offer advice yet no matter how lost the former soldier looked just then. Amusing, to say the least. Looking down at him, he let out a chuckle at being called a living radiator. He knew he ran hotter than normal people, but he didn’t think he was quite that warm. But he also wasn’t the one would have to sleep next to him, maybe from someone else’s perspective, it was different. ”Security, maybe?” He shrugged a shoulder. Virgil himself usually preferred to have something covering him though, more often than not, he was too wasted to really care if he did or not. He blinked a few times toward the living room when screams of excitement issued from the television, caught off guard by the sudden outburst. Especially the one happening right beside. A brow lifted as he glanced back to Marcel, an amused half smile forming. To see him get so excited by the game was adorable. It didn’t throw him off when he referred to the sport as football instead of soccer as he’d come to know it in his home country. The short tale about his childhood and the reason why he liked the sport so much had him giving a true smile. ”I imagine that they were. Sounds like ya had ah good childhood.” At least that was what he was assuming from the small bits and pieces he had been told so far. Virgil stepped away for a moment to grab their mugs, putting one down on the counter near the Hispanic before he filled his own. He propped himself against the counter with his cup cradled between both hands, blowing gently on the dark liquid. He took a long sip after a few seconds, letting out a happy sigh after lowering it away from his mouth. There wasn’t anything as comforting and relaxing as the first cup in the morning even without a cigarette to go along with it. ”Sounds like it’s ah big deal, do ya anna stay an’ watch it?” It was still rather early in the morning, watching the whole thing wouldn’t make them leave too late in the day since he was under the impression the match between Spain and Britain wouldn’t last more than an hour or so.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 4:56 pm
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 Marcel looked over at Virgil and shrugged his shoulders at Virgil's comment and he smirked just a little bit "Sounds to me like you really want the blanket, someone's a bit spoiled" he teased the other man with an mused look crossing his face. He couldn't help it, his smart mouth just wanted to run constantly! He would turn his head for a moment to eye the eggs, yep. Just as he left them. The Hispanic had already lost count of how long they've been in there so he would just guess for how long to cook them for. Especially since Virgil seemed disinterested in helping! You tease a guy and blue ball him a little bit and suddenly you're the bad guy! None the less once he was done explaining about his love for football he grinned a small bit and nodded his head in agreement "Yeah, at least I got that going for me all things considered" he really was lucky to have had a good childhood, hell he had a great childhood since his parents were kind of rich and did spoil him just a bit. Well His Papá spoiled him, his Mamá on the other hand was a stern but loving woman and made sure to raise him well. The thought of his parents did clench his heart just a little bit, he still needed to call them and let them know their only son was still alive and well and not dead in some ditch somewhere. His musing would be distracted by Virgil's question and he thought for a moment 'Yes' No, we need to get an early start on the day and this game could go on for a long while. These are the top two teams in the world right now... ******** you common sense! A part of him really wanted to watch it but he knew that if they procrastinated with a football game then so much time would be lost. As Marcel walked back over to the pot of boiling water he would stare at the eggs in there for a moment in thought 'How the ******** do you know when eggs are done? Do they..crack or something?' he thought to himself with an unsure look on his face. He knew that it's only been like two or three minutes but still the water was boiling hot...no! Leave them! He was not going to ******** bite into a gooey egg! Instead he turned away and filled his mug up with some coffee before then mixing in some milk and sugar real quick before taking a small sip of the wonderful drink "Nothing like a mug of Joe in the morning to make you feel less like s**t" he joked a bit with a chuckle as he carefully sipped the drink, being mindful of his lip. No way in hell he would allow such a hot liquid to touch his wound, the last thing he needed was a wound and for it to burn as well. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 9:08 pm
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”Maybe, but I deserve it for all th’ shite I put up with.” Virgil muttered softly, feigning annoyance with the joke. In no way did he actually find anything Marcel said or did to be irritating. So far, anyway. If and when the day came, he would let him know. His tolerance for things that rubbed him the wrong way was low, so much so he doubted that he would be able to let even the man he loved get away with any bothersome behavior. His head dipped in a nod at the affirmation of his childhood. At least one of them had had happier times in their pasts. The older man had some fond memories of his younger years although a good many of them were overshadowed by something depressing. But thinking of his own parents wasn’t going to happen. He was in a good mood and didn’t want to spoil it. ”Really? Alright then.” His head tilted to the side, surprised that he was passing up the chance to watch the rest of the soccer game. He’d known some men back home that would skip work to watch a match with their favorite sports whether they were important or not. He busied himself with downing more of his coffee when he went to go check on the eggs, sputtering a bit as a chuckle still worked its way free. He cleared his throat a slight grimace, having gotten the hot liquid down the wrong pipe. Probably what he deserved for finding Marcel’s lack of knowledge about such a simple thing so damn funny. Experience might be the best teacher, but the wolf couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want their breakfast to be ruined! ”Give ‘em about…ten more minutes.” Finally, he would offer out some advice, coming close to feeling bad for doing so as it kind of made him feel like a backseat cook. It took around ten to fifteen to minutes for an egg to cook like this and judging by what little time had passed, ten more should get the job done. He set his gaze back on the screen just to spare himself from watching Marcel. He was aware he had developed a bad habit of doing it, but he did find him more interesting than most of the things they watched on the television. Especially the football match right now. He tried to find some garner in the game since his partner seemed so passionate about the sport, but he was finding it a hard thing to do with his serious lack of knowledge on it. A quick glance was thrown toward him at his comment, a shirt eating grin forming across his face. ”Yeah. Though I feel pretty great right now, actually.” Bright-eyed and ******** bushy-tailed! Thanks to the refreshing and rejuvenating shower he’d taken. Today, at least, he would have an outlet for all of his energy though.”I can look after th’ eggs if ya want t’go relax on th’ couch.” Why was he being nice to this blue-balling b*****d?! He hardly deserved it! And yet at the same time, Virgil could hardly begrudge him a chance to chill while watching something he enjoyed. After all, he wouldn’t go easy on him once they were outdoors.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2019 5:39 pm
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Marcel smirked and nodded his head a bit at Virgil's muttered comment, softly chuckling to himself "Such a tortured man" he replied with more snark directed towards the other man. Sometimes it was a bit hard to tell if Virgil was serious or not but at the end of the day Marcel just assumed that Virgil would actually say something if he was actually mad at him. He was a bit curious about their first fight, every couple had one. Hell he had one with his Ex Wife, several in fact mostly due to the fact that she didn't like how he apparently changed from when they first met. He thought that he was still the same man but maybe there was something that she could see that he didn't. Well he wouldn't think about it too much, he and Virgil were still early in their relationship so there was no need to dwell on the thought. Marcel would then nod his head when Virgil seemed surprised by his answer "Yeah, I can always just catch up on what happened tomorrow when they recap everything" that was one of the reasons he wasn't too worried about it, even if he did want to stay home and watch it until it was finished. As he pondered over the eggs trying to think about the proper time to cook them he would hear Virgil quip up about the time they should be left in the pot and he nodded his head a bit "Yeah..OK! Ten minutes...right..." he commented more so to himself than to Virgil, he was going to store this away for future reference just in case he ever needed it again. The Hispanic was very thankful Virgil had actually stepped in to offer some help because if was about to let it go for like five or six minutes and pull them out. With the time Virgil suggested, Marcel's eggs would no doubt be half cooked by then. Marcel would then grin a bit when he offered to watch the eggs for him and quickly nodded his head in agreement "Thanks Dear, you're amazing!" with his coffee in hand Marcel would stroll past Virgil and went to give a kiss on the cheek, only to wince a bit as pain stabbed at his lower lip "Sonava..." he muttered a bit before walking away, now rubbing the lip slightly as if it would ease the pain. The whole no kissing thing was going to be next to impossible for the Hispanic, all of his shows of affection were physical in nature and kissing was the most common for him. So with that now off the board he would have trouble trying to contain himself with Virgil...or maybe he'll just tough it out and kiss the other man anyway. He would then turn his attention to the Football game in front of him to distract his mind. It wouldn't take much however because soon enough loud booing would be heard from the TV and Marcel would glare "¿Estás bromeando conmigo? ¡Esa es una llamada de mierda!" he cried out in anger as he glared at the screen as the announcer tried explaining the foul that occurred "A estos putos chicos les están pagando, ¡ni siquiera hubo contacto! Estas estupidas cabezas de mierda!" he growled a bit as he got too much into the game that was now getting intense for Spain's fans. From his shouting in rage he winced once more before letting out a whining noise "Querido! My lip is hurting again! Can you show me some love here and make it better?" Marcel would whine a bit playfully as he just hoped Virgil would help him for a moment to ease the pain a bit. These games got him too worked up. (Translation: "¿Estás bromeando conmigo? ¡Esa es una llamada de mierda!" = Are you ******** kidding me! That's such a bullshit call! A estos putos chicos les están pagando, ¡ni siquiera hubo contacto! Estas estupidas cabezas de mierda! = These ******** guys are being paid off, there wasn't even any contact! These stupid ******** heads!) |
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 2:13 am
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”Damn straight I’m amazin’.” Virgil grinned at him though it soon faded as he noticed him moving in to kiss his cheek. Didn’t he know those sweet lips of his were out of commission until his wound was healed?! He straightened in an attempt make himself taller, but it didn’t appear to work. ”Careful.” He murmured softly, shaking his head as he watched him walk away. It wasn’t any less disappointing than it was earlier, but he was still willing to wait. However long it took. At least he could take comfort in the fact his own lips were fine though! Left to his own devices, he took out his phone he’d grabbed earlier and opened the web browser. He scanned through the news articles with a half hope that there would be something interesting to read. After what felt like an hour of scrolling through political crime s**t. Finacle tips as well, which he had little to no use for. So much for that. Taking another drink of his coffee, he settled on his e-book though he didn’t get a chance to start it. Virgil had managed to block out the sounds coming from the other room until his boyfriend erupted in Spanish. He quickly looked up and stared in alarmed confusion, not knowing what to think at the sight of Marcel yelling at the television.Th’ ********> On one hand, seeing him getting caught up with passion for the game was endearing. On the other, hearing the anger of his tone was intimidating. It made his stomach clench with a hint of dread to think that there might come a time when he had the wrathful voice directed at himself. Nothing was perfect no matter how much it might feel otherwise, but he hoped the inevitable fight between them was a long way off. His tongue was lightly trapped between his teeth to hold back his laughter when the shouting turned into a whine. He wasn’t finding humor in his pain! Hearing someone that looked as tough as the war veteran did whine about being in pain like a little boy was cute. He let out a small sigh as he shook his head with a smirk. ”Be there in ah few, darlin’.” He needed to do something real quick before he forgot. Again. Opening the app store, he searched for a language one and hit the button to download the first one that popped up. His mug and phone were placed down before he moved to turn off the boiler under the pot of water. Only a couple of minutes left now and the water was hot enough to finish cooking them the rest of the way. Virgil grabbed a piece of ice from the freezer, wrapping it in a folded paper towel on his way to the couch. He sat down next to him with a slight grin. ”’Ere…” He gently touched his jaw to keep him still as he leaned forward and tenderly ran his tongue over the injury. If Marcel hadn’t meant him personality helping with his lip then he should’ve been more specific! Not that it would have stopped him, the whole no kissing thing was already starting to get under his skin. ”This might work better though…” Grabbing his free hand, he placed the ice down onto his palm. "Try t'settle it down, aye? I'll have t'tape your mouth shut, otherwise. Pretty sure there's bandaids big enough for it." Playfully teasing Marcel, he stood up and leaned down to kiss the top of his head before turning to go back to the kitchen.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 12:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 12:51 am
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”No problem.” Virgil called back only to pause for a few seconds to look back over a shoulder at him when he said gagging him would be a low blow. ”Whatever it takes t’keep ya safe an’ healthy, eh?” He flashed Marcel a grin to show he was only playing around before he continued back to the kitchen, chuckling to himself at the claim of love. He was pretty sure he did, but it was still nice to hear. Always would be. He glanced over toward his phone for a brief moment as he stepped over toward the pot. In theory, they should be done though he was unwilling to take them all out yet. Grabbing a spoon, he fished out one of the eggs and stepped over to the sink with it. It was tapped against the side of the sink to crack the shell before he started to peel away the shell, pleased when half-cooked goo didn’t seep out over his fingers. ”Eggs’re done, darlin’.” Virgil popped the hardboiled egg into his mouth after it was cleaned, wincing at the still hot temperature of it. Done but not yet ready to eat unless they wanted to burn their tongues. He picked up the pot and brought it over, carefully pouring out the hot water before he set it down. ”Do ya want anythin’ added t’these?” The werewolf realized what a stupid question it was, figuring Marcel would probably want to any more pain where he could since not running that loud mouth of his wasn’t an option, apparently! Shaking his head at the thought, he moved over to check the fridge for mayo and mustard and removed them. Just because his man was on a bland diet didn’t mean Virgil had to suffer alongside him! At least as far as breakfast was concerned. The items were placed on the counter nearby as he moved back to the sink to begin peeling the eggs. "So, are th' Brits winnin' yet?" He asked just to mess with the Hispanic, wonder how he would possibly react to such a thing. There was little doubt in his mind that it would be pleasant thing to hear or see.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 2:46 am
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Marcel would grin a bit at Virgil and rolled his eyes at the other man's comment "Oh yeah, real convincing Querido" he would call out to the other man before turning his attention and smirked triumphantly as they showed the referee get pulled to the side for making his "Questionable" foul call as the announcers so politely put it. Bullshit is what Marcel called it! That ******** was being paid off and it was painfully obvious! "That is ******** right! Pull that b***h out!" he cheered happily before the game continued on with Spain maintaining control and weaving between the Brits. To Britain's credit however their defensive play was very solid and their goalie was spot on, but defense didn't get the goals at the end of the day and Spain was controlling the flow of the game. The roaring Spaniards of the crowds would be a testament to how well their team was playing at this moment. That is until Britain had managed to steal the ball after a failed goal attempt and they began to run it up the middle "¡Venga! ¡Consigue la jodida bola que idiotas!" he cried out as no doubt every Spaniard was tense over the development. Thankfully though Spain's Goalie hadn't fallen asleep and caught the ball just as it was nearly kicked into the net. A loud cheer would sound from both the TV and the Hispanic on the couch as the once again went onto the offensive. However Marcel's attention would be pulled from the TV when Virgil announced that their eggs were done cooking. He would nod his head and pull himself up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen and sighed "I wish..." he would look into the drained pot and shook his head, spices and different things were something he loved on his eggs. But with this injury he would just have to suffer with bland eggs...fun. He would take note however at how Virgil had apparently sampled one of them for himself "Just couldn't help yourself?" he chuckled before throwing his now damp paper towel in the can. He then began grabbing his own small pile and began to peel them over the garbage can, rolling the shells on the counter. The task was a bit arduous but the task was finished quickly enough and he would stare at the plate of...unseasoned eggs, glancing over at how Virgil had pulled out mayo and mustard...he was a bit jealous. Marcel would pick one up and take a bite out of the tip and frowned a bit "Oh ******** this" he stated before reaching over and grabbing some salt off the counter and sprinkled it on his batch of eggs "Over my dead ******** body am I going to eat bland, flavorless, unseasoned food!" Once a light dusting of salt was on each egg he grabbed one and looked at it "Salt is a disinfectant anyway, right? It can only help!" that was the logic he was going with anyway as he took a bite of the egg, making sure to limit the contact of lip to salt as best he could. It still did sting a bit but it was worth it not having to eat something painfully bland. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 5:20 pm
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Virgil glanced over to him when he came into the kitchen, more so out of the old habit of checking on someone coming into the same area as him than a need to look at his boyfriend. He trusted Marcel with just about every fiber of his being, but old habits were hard to kill. ”Had t’make sure they were cooked all th’ way through, right?” He took one for the team, honestly! He might have a large appetite, but it hadn’t gotten to the point he was about to willingly scarf down plain eggs to satisfy his hunger. After he was done with his own pile, he scooped up the shells and went to toss them away while grumbling to himself. Marcel had the smarter idea to stand by the garbage can, why in the hell hadn’t he thought of that? He laughed to himself when the other man started to b***h over the bland flavor of his breakfast, not really able to blame him for it since he already knew how appealing it tasted. ”Don’t be such ah baby.” He’d tease him as he put a little bit of mayo and mustard onto a paper towel he had grabbed, using an egg to mix the two condiments together before he bit it in half. His nose wrinkled shortly after he began to chew, finding out that this was one of those things that only tasted good in theory. This was what he got for thinking of deviled eggs, but being too lazy to properly make this. It could be a lot worse though, he supposed. A brow quirked at his claim that salt was a disinfectant. First time he’d ever heard of it, but he wasn’t going to question it or argue. Virgil watched him for a few seconds, half expecting the younger man to start complaining about how bad it stung although it didn’t happen. Reaching out, he nabbed the salt to sprinkle over his own eggs and set it back down. One thing was becoming abundantly clear to him, he was going to have to stock up on some different types of breakfast foods so they wouldn’t have to always eat egg-related stuff each morning. He liked them well enough and would settle in a pinch if there was nothing else, but more or less eating the same thing would get boring. And he had no problem with spending his money on food for the two of them. His lips shifted down with a slight frown as it occurred to him that he had no idea how this roommate thing worked out and that kind of seemed like an important oversight. Virgil turned the thought over in his head while he continued to eat, already at work on his fourth one. ”Erm…how do ya…want this whole livin’ together thing t’go?" He managed to ask once he was done chewing, feeling somewhat awkward for bringing the subject up. "Want me t'pay for have of th' bills...or somethin' like that?" His father had raised him to always pay his own way and to never rely on the generosity of others least they use to indebt him to them, even letting someone pay for his meal made him feel like a freeloader and kind of rubbed him the wrong way so like ******** was Virgil not going to contribute in some way.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 6:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 1:44 am
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Virgil scoffed softly to himself. It sounded as if he was implying that he was the immature one out of the two of them! Which was obviously ridiculous because he was the very picture of maturity! But he wasn't going to argue the point now with something far more important on the line. He nodded occasionally as he shared his thoughts on the matter. It all sounded perfectly fair to him. Even the reminder about the door, which had him rolling his eyes with a soft chuckle. The younger man had seemed so uninterested in it until he had an opportunity to tease him about it. Though he was glad he chose to find the humor behind the damage than dwell on the darker truth which hinted toward his strength and how he could lose himself to his rage. An unstoppable force, indeed. ”Aye. That’s fine t’me.” Imagine that, the werewolf would now be half responsible for making sure they had a place to stay after weeks of sleeping outdoors to avoid doing exactly this. Then again, it wasn’t as if he had really planned on sticking around the town once he managed to pay off his medical debt. Strange how an unexpected romance could change everything for someone. Good thing the lycan wasn’t the type that made plans for their future or else he might not know what to do with himself. Not that he really knew what to do with himself now aside from take it by each day. The same he’d lived his life for decades. It had gotten him this far so he didn’t see a reason why he should change. Virgil glanced at what remained their breakfast then toward the refrigerator before his gaze settled on him with a smirk on his lips. ”Though…think we could get away with only goin’ shoppin’ once ah week?” He knew he could put away a decent amount of food by himself and, as he was finding out, so could the shorter man. And together they could do some serious damage between them. After all, they’d managed to put away leftovers that might’ve lasted most people another day in a single one. Poor Marcel. He might have help with the rent now, but he gained another expense in a way. A shoulder was shrugged after he gave it some thought. ”Eh, I’ll go huntin’ too." One way to save money on the grocery bill with that outrageous appetite of his.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 12:26 am
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"Kinda seems like they could." Virgil shrugged a bit. His nutritional requirements wasn't something that he was all that proud of. Still, he wasn't going to let it became a burden to Marcel. Rather, he wasn't going to let himself become one to him. "Don't let it worry ya though, darlin'. We’ll manage, I’m sure." He offered a small smile before he popped his last egg into his mouth. That adorably puzzled look came over him when he saw him crossing his arms as if he was preparing to give him a stern lecture. And, well, he soon found out the more or less was. The big brute didn't know if he should be insulted or not that he thought he would do something as idiotic as butcher an animal inside of the place they lived. Considering he didn't obey the hunting laws, any animal he killed would be cleaned and prepared where it died. Far off away from any sign of civilization so his a** didn't get a ticket or thrown in jail for poaching. ”Tch. There goes my dream for openin’ ah butcher shop right in our place.” Smirking, he quickly held up a hand in surrender. He was only joking! ”I get it. I promise ya won’t be able t’tell what kind of animal it is by th’ time it comes through th’ door.” He tossed his paper towel away before he turned to go rinse out the pot they’d used, nodding his head to his reminder that they needed to get ready. He didn’t blame the Spaniard for his desire to get out the door as soon as possible, but it did make him wonder if he had any plans for their camping trip or if he was under the belief it would take a long time to set up camp. Aside from figuring out how to put up the tent, he didn’t think they would be stuck setting up camp for the better part of the day. Even at his slowest, it usually only took him the better part of an hour to get things situated. Once the few things that needed washing were done, Virgil tucked his phone away and went into the bedroom, the man pausing for a brief moment at the sight of his younger partner dressed in clean clothes. Somehow, Marcel managed to look good in the most casual of clothing. A completely unbiased opinion on his part, too! He knelt down by his duffle bag to take out a couple of small things he would need and put them in his pockets. ”Don’t fret, darlin’, you’ll see your precious home again soon.” Virgil stepped over to him and kissed him on the cheek before he left to go into the bathroom to brush his teeth. This time, when he was done, he left it off to the side rather than going to put it back. He returned to help with the bedding, picking up the two pillows along with the blanket to hug the bundle against his chest. "Think we're ready?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 3:34 am
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Oh so Virgil thought he was a funny man huh? Well his comment did make the Hispanic man smirk a little bit although the thought of a butcher shop did make him shake his head "You are something else Virgil, I swear!" Marcel did of course mean that in the best way possible! The man was quite literally something else entirely and to be honest he wouldn't have it any other way. Once Virgil put his hands up in surrender and confirmed that it would be broken down, Marcel nodded his head in approval at it "Good, I want my meat to be as nondescript as possible and a mystery as possible!" he joked back to the other man with an amused smirk playing at his lips once again. Once everything was nice and packed Marcel would go into the bathroom after Virgil, brushing his own teeth and rinsing his mouth out. Once he stepped back into the bedroom Marcel couldn't help but roll his eyes and put a hand on the wall "But..I have never...been away from her in so long!" Marcel would have a bit of fun being dramatic, putting on a little show before grinning at the other man before nodding his head. The Hispanic would step into the living room, turning off each light and the TV and looked around with folded arms standing there for a moment, contemplating if they forgot anything...nope...didn't seem like it. Everything else they needed was already in Virgil's truck so...ah ha! A thought quickly hit him as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed two plastic cups before making his way to his liquor cabinet. He dug around through the multiple different bottles before looking rather pleased with himself at what he pulled from the back of the cabinet. An unopened bottle of red wine that apparently had a bit of dust on it "A housewarming gift from the old lady at the other end of the hall, I told you about her" he chuckled before blowing on it for a moment to get rid of the dust "She got it for me as a way to say thanks, I never drank it since wine was always something I drank with my..ex" he chuckled a little bit despite the sad memory about his failed marriage. Even now a bit of him was still hurt by it, always would be probably. None the less he looked up at Virgil and offered a smile "Sharing wine with the person you love under the stars, I think that makes for a good evening" no doubt Marcel's romantic side was showing here, once again through action rather than words. He would walk out holding the door for Virgil before locking it, heading out to his truck and getting into the passenger seat before placing the bottle of wine with the cups on the floor of the truck. The Sun was just now beginning to completely rise over the horizon and the streets were still pretty empty for the most part for now "Once the tent and everything is set up I was thinking you could..ya know..transform and go for a run through the trees and see what happens from there" Marcel would reach over once and tug on the other man's collar with a small smile on his face, he still loved that thing way too much. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:16 pm
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A snort of laughter left him when he was treated to the show of dramatics, Virgil having to press his lips together to keep his grin from growing too large. Marcel could be the biggest goof at times, but it wasn't as if he was known for being serious all of the time himself. He trailed after him to the living room and moved to wait by the door, tilting his head somewhat as he produced a bottle of wine from his liquor cabinet after some searching. Just how big was his alcohol stash, anyway?! As if the big guy would ever complain about it though. Ever. He nodded to the explanation, his heart sinking just a bit when he mentioned his ex-wife. He knew he would never be able to replace the woman who had betrayed him, but he hoped that he could at least hope to help ease the pain the b***h had left behind. All he could do there for a brief moment was smile, having no idea what to say to the romantic gesture. Not even something sarcastic...Well, he could though he wasn’t going to. ”Aye. Sounds lovely.” Still smiling, he stepped out into the hall once the door was opened and headed outside, using a shoulder to push open the door to the lobby. When he reached his truck, it took him a few seconds to shift the load in his arms around so he could open the driver side door. He’d put the pile of bedding between them as he climbed in and got the engine started, folding down his visor to block out the rising sunlight so it wouldn’t blind him as he pulled out onto the highway. An absent-minded was made shortly after Marcel shared his plan with him, mostly to distract himself from the tingling sensation that spread out over his skin with having his collar played with caused. Outside of militia task forces for his pack he had taken part of in the past, it was the first time anyone had ever asked him to change forms before. Virgil glanced at him, wondering if there was some deeper reason behind the idea. More than likely, he figured he was probably overthinking and it was something far simpler.
"Plannin' on ditchin' me out in th' woods like some stray?" The jest was half-hearted compared to the ones he usually made. Not because he worried it could be his goal, he was simply overwhelmed with a too deep realization of how real all of this was. Of course, the former bounty hunter was always aware of their relationship on some level, but this was one of those times where it truly hit home as if he'd been whacked with a brick stick. He didn't have in him to put into words just how nice it was to have ended up with someone who was both accepting and supportive of who and what he was. He reached over the small pile between them and gently squeezed the Hispanic's thigh before withdrawing his hand again. "Thanks, erm...for givin' me ah chance." His throat was cleared somewhat, a corner of his lips lifting with the start of a small half smile. "Hell, for everythin'." Soon enough, he slowed down and turned into the parking lot of a general store he spotted. Only seemed to be a few blocks away from where they lived as he was now discovering. He would park near the entrance since there wasn’t many other vehicles taking up the prime spaces. ”I’mma go check out th’ hardware since we’re ‘ere...I’ll meet ya in th’ meat department in like...five?” Virgil looked at himself in the rearview mirror and reached up to adjust his collar so that the tag was hanging in front instead of slightly off to side. ”Unless you’d rather wait in th’ truck if ya don’t feel like doin’ th’ leg work. I can grab whatever ya want.” Fishing out his phone, he opened the notepad app before he offered it out to Marcel in case he wasn’t up to shopping with him. ”Just put down what ya want. My memory is crap when it comes t’rememberin’ more than ah couple of items.”
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