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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[professorwolf]

"Everyone is 'mister', who is not nobility or some form of constablry," Lyall corrects with a little smile. "At least in my world. Calling someone so familiarly by a name without a title is terrible rudeness, unless you are close enough friends to do without."

He pauses, and the smile grows faintly teasing. Obviously, he's aware of how he sounds, and how uncommon his manners are. "I could call you young master, if you prefer."

[tradecraftdude]

"Okay, well, where I'm from, misters are figures of authority that you want to at least pretend to be polite to. Or you're being sarcastic."

He grabs another fistful of squished pizza, and is now getting grease everywhere. Oops.

"Anyway, 'young master' is gonna make me think that you're like my butler or something, so unless your name is Jeeves, that's going to be kind of weird. Can't you just call me Marco, and I'll call you Mister Whatever-Your-Name-Is and we'll both be happy?"