like a big pizza pie (open)

[tradecraftdude]

who. Marco and you!
what. Delivery boy shenanigans.
where. Zeta District.
when. Right now!
warnings. How questionable can a 13-year-old get? (Don't answer that.)

[ Moving people's food around the district for them beats hauling rubble, though Marco could do without the cheesy delivery boy uniform. However, he approaches this delivery business with all the highly directed tunnel-vision of someone who has played lots of video games and knows how to scoot all over the map in the most efficient manner. Having to fake smiles and suck up for tips wasn't the worst thing, either. ]

(OOC: I have no preference between prose or action spam, so I will reciprocate whatever you start with! Scenario options are presented below, but you're welcome to start a new top-level thread with anything else if you have something in mind.)

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[soldad]

[ That's a pretty clear no on Marco knowing about it - that or playing dumb. Either way, an explanation should be provided. ]

Like shapeshifting. Not werewolves, just other - animals.

[ There's a shrug he gives now, attempting to seem like it's nothing. ]

And if I was using a euphemism what the heck would morphing even stand for?

[tradecraftdude]

Oh, that morphing. Of course, how could I have forgotten! [ Marco slaps his forehead in an exaggerated mocking motion. ] Here I was, thinking could keep my super secret animal shapeshifting powers completely on the dee-ell, but you've got me, Arthur.

[ He rolls his eyes, completely unaware that Arthur was referring to an actual real thing that an actual real version of Marco knew how to do. ]

I'm gonna be honest with you and say that I'm a little weirded out that you're talking about 'euphamisms' to a kid like me, okay? It's totally cool if you're like, into animal forms or something, but I don't want anything to do with that stuff.

still my favorite

[soldad]

[ Arthur can't really help the way he suddenly smiles a little, the way that it's just - the exasperation, though for the wrong reasons, is so familiar of Marco that it's nice to see.

Even if he thinks Arthur's a complete creeper. ]

I'm not a furry. [ He says it drily. ] Like I said, you look like someone I knew before who could do that.

[ He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. ] Thought maybe you were him, but from earlier.

[tradecraftdude]

[ Yeah, there's really nothing that can be done at this point to erase Marco's impression of Arthur as kind of a creepy weirdo. ]

Okay, Arty. Whatever you say.

[ But this isn't the first time Marco's been pegged for an older version of himself. Quite frankly, it creeps him out more than someone old enough to be his father saying weird euphamisms at him. All it means as far as he's concerned is that someone knows more about him that he knows about the other. Even though it isn't really him. ]

Is that all, dude, or do you have any other confessions to make? 'cause I'm kinda on the clock here, and I'm not being paid to like, I dunno, fulfill your emotional longing for people in your past.

shortest pizza thread :C

[soldad]

[ Arthur shakes his head with a sigh, stepping back and holding a hand up. ]

Sorry. I won't take up more of your time. If you need any help, though, I'm around.

[ But he pretty much closes his door after that to enjoy his strange pizza. ]