[ Running away was never Marco's strongest defense, anyway. Short legs and a slothful lifestyle means that he really wasn't a great sprinter; he regrets doing so poorly in gym class when he feels a hand on the back of his shirt pulling him up just short of the alleyway. ]
Okay, okay, you got me. So how about I apologize, clean up the mess, and we move on with our lives?
[ He flops limply, showing that he's not putting up a fight, and pastes an appropriately remorseful look on his face. ohgodpleasedontkillme. ]
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Okay, okay, you got me. So how about I apologize, clean up the mess, and we move on with our lives?
[ He flops limply, showing that he's not putting up a fight, and pastes an appropriately remorseful look on his face. ohgodpleasedontkillme. ]