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marco

Edited 2014-08-09 02:19 (UTC)

marco

marcooooo

MARCO!

[ WALL SINA HE WAS SLEEPING WHAT. the voice that replies back sounds tired to even his own ears. ]

Sasha?

[Sina can't save him now from the slurred voice that replies back to him.]

D'ya want an eyeball? I could bring ya home an eyeball. In a cup. They have 'em 'ere in cups an' they taste really good even though there's alcohol in it.

[Peep that sweet ass Dauper accent coming through.]

[ he has trouble understanding for a moment, in part because sasha's drunk and slurring and in part because of that accent. only one of those he'll ever chide her for though. ]

I... don't think I want to eat an eyeball, no. Where are you that's serving eyeballs in alcohol?

[ if he sounds kind of muffled, it's because he's trying to keep his voice down - jean is asleep on his chest, and sasha might be able to hear a faint snore. ]

Edited 2014-08-09 02:30 (UTC)

[On another night, she would hear that, but with slurred speech comes dulled senses.]

A party! [What is volume? How does she work it?] They're not real eyeball, jus' lookin' like eyeballs. It's food!

[ good - hopefully that means she won't wake jean up. ]

A party. [ he repeats it, wondering why she's partying at 3am. even if he's been guilty of staying up that late too... ]

What are they called?

Edited 2014-08-09 02:36 (UTC)

[No, that's not good because then she doesn't know he's fast sleep and he might be her third victim.]

A slumber party!

[And this is Ariel so chances are there ain't any slumbering going on.]

Um... I dunno. 'old on. [For a few moments, she's yelling at somebody nearby, asking what those eyeballs in cups are called.] Jello shots? I dunno what a Jello shot is, but it tastes good.

Edited 2014-08-09 02:41 (UTC)

[ marco might not know what jello is, but he knows what shots are, thanks to working at inferno. and from there, that's not too difficult to figure out, so he smothers a giggle into a pillow. ]

Ah, okay. Is there anyone cute taking shots with you, then?

No? Connie's not here. Am I 'posed to have someone cute? I don' have anyone cute 'here.

[Look at that slippage. She will deny it come sobriety.]

Edited (wtf self html) 2014-08-09 02:46 (UTC)

[ oooh sashaaaa. ]

Is there someone kind of cute there, then? Maybe not as cute as Connie but decently cute enough?

Uh.... Winry, but she likes boys. Everybody else is really old. Shadis old.

... Sasha, why are you at a sleeping party full of old men?

[They're not really all that old, but to a fifteen year old, a person in their thirties seems ready for the nursing home.]

I didn't know they were goin' to be 'ere? There's old ladies 'ere too.

[ marco shakes his head a little mentally. ]

That still begs the same question, Sasha. You're having fun at least?

[She has to think about that for a while. She's still lost on what exactly does a person do at a slumber party if they aren't sleeping.]

Not anymore. I dunno where Winry went and I dunno anybody else 'ere.

[ he's quiet for a moment. ]

Do you want to come home, then? I could come get you.

Nnn.

[Yes, that's her saying no. If he could see her shaking her head...]

Yer sleepin'. I can get 'ome by m'self.

[So she says but in truth, he won't see her until almost noon tomorrow when she actually does get home.]

I'm awake now, and I don't mind coming and getting you.

[ truthfully, he's more protective of her right now. he'd rather come and get her, but he won't do it if she doesn't want him to. ]

Noooo, 'tis okay. I know my way home!

[Come daylight, she may or may not wish she took him up on his offer.]

I'll bring ya an eyeball, okay?

[ come daylight, he'll wish that too! ]

All right - you can bring me an eyeball.

I'll bring ya two.

Edited 2014-08-14 06:29 (UTC)

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