Marco Polo ((could get graphic...))

[wesson]

[[naw. that's not enough to make him run away. just don't go digging to get in his pants or anything. heh. oh, and I finally decided that I could compare Mikey to Roxas, and Kaine 'n Marco to Axel. dunno, kinda clicked in my head that they were the same.]]

Blue eyes fell away from green as a slight blush rose on his cheeks at the mention of the girl from before. It didn't help that Marco basically laughed at him, but then again, it could have been the weed talking. Fingers returned to fiddling with the waterbottle restlessly, his mind prying him for something to do with them. Stupid figeting. He'd have to remind himself later to work on that. Lifting his eyes a bit he listened quietly to the, probably drug-induced, babble of the other as he explained about his relationship with Nyxie; at the last comment he fought the reaction of surprise. Truthfully, Marco didn't look like Nyxie's type and vice versa, but what the hell did he know.

His gaze dropped again, fingers stilling on the waterbottle. He probably shouldn't have heard that. He probably would have to deny having heard it later when he talked to Marco because it just slipped out when he was "under the influence". The normal thoughts shooting through his mind when he used to talk to his druggie friends. When the other moved closer, an arm sliding over his shoulders his eyes widened lightly and he tipped his head to look at the other, deducing the action with calculating thoughts. His heart rate boosted a bit, but strangely, he didn't try to move. Instead his wide eyes darted across the other's face before resting on his eyes, You're high.

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[dumbanddumber]

{{I love how he, like, JUST now points this out....}}

A smiled spread on the boys lips as the other didnt pull away from his move. He had been rejected numerous times before, but never by a guy. Maybe it was because guys didnt reject, well, anyone. It could be because of the sex drive that all guys seemed to have. Except for this one, Marco noticed. This particular one didnt really HAVE a sex drive, to speak of... At least, at the moment, he didnt. But marco knew everyone had a wild side. He just needed to bring this one out.

The emo's eyes met Mike's, a a snicker came from his lips as the boy pointed out this simple fact. It was the truth, he WAS pretty much baked, after all. And his mine, which had a tendancy to make him things were about a million times funnier than they actually were, made this small statement rather funny. He snorted. Thank Youuuu, captian obvious... He cooed, a joking hint to his voice. But that doesnt change anything, its not like im not going to remember that were friends... im not drunk, im high. There bes a differentio.

[/color] He said, his unique vocab, which only seemed to show its face when the kid was baked. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[wesson]

Mike diverted his gaze as the other's green met his blue. He didn't need to get lost in them at this moment, and his fingers on the bottle stilled. Great he was falling into his "solemn" mood. Well, at least he didn't fidget or freak out when he got like this, he was just a little pessimistic. Okay, maybe a little more than "a little". He instead glued his eyes on the tabe in front of him and was silent.

In truth, he knew all about what Marco was talking about. He'd had plenty of experience with the matter, although he didn't really enjoy remembering it. Unlike others though, he didn't try to forget about it or "move on" or whatever. It was just part of his past, like school and such. He didn't like mentioning it because of the other things that had happened at the time, not necessarily the drugs. His calculating, near emotionless face remained the same, I know, I'm not exactly straight edge.

[/i][/color] he murmured back. He just hoped Marco wouldn't push on that subject.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[dumbanddumber]

Marco put out his cigarette, and reached for another. Yeah, he was a mojor addict, being able to smoke three in a row and still not be satisfied. Usually it took about five to satisfy his nicotin craving. So you could only imagine how that was burning a hole in his pocket. Marco lit the cigarette and hid the lighter back in his pocket, taking a long drag.
He stopped when his friend began to speak. He noticed that the smaller boy was having a crabbier tone to his voice. Was he like, PMSing or something? marco shook his head at the thought. Green eyes widened at the mention of straight edge. Straight edge... That was a kind of razor. The boy looked down at his wrists, which had numerous scars lining them, which had welted and were now only puffy lines on the boys wrists. Please dont mention straight edge... He mumbled, more to his wrists then the boys. But his eyes soon met his friends. Please dont tempt me.

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[wesson]

The blue eyed boy lifted a brow at that comment, expecting to hear some kind of disbelieving comment or something of the sort, not… wait a second. He lifted his eyes again, noting the distant look in the other’s eyes and followed the gaze. Scars, and, holy Jesus there were a lot. He winced lightly at the sight and shifted, lightly grabbing the other’s hand and pulling gently to see the scars better. They looked angry and red, probably infected, and his eyes conveyed worry clearly.

Marco, you need to get this looked at. It’s probably infected.

[/i][/color] he muttered, skimming his thumb over on particularly large mark with a ghost of a touch. He knew it wouldn’t be pleasant if he touched roughly, and didn’t want to hurt the other more, no matter how stupid he was. It was also probably a good thing that his mind was totally absorbed in helping the other at the moment, otherwise he would have freaked out from the amount of contact at the moment. Oh well, ignorance is bliss.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]