I've gotten sick before here. It didn't end well as I got a little... possessive. I ended up trying to force myself on a close friend, but luckily I was stopped.
When Marcus tells Vash to bite down on something he holds up his metal hand with a slight smirk. Biting down on his finger he does groan as the disinfectant is added, but he actually doesn't bite down too far. He's gotten use to the sting and burn of disinfectant by now.
The regular place that he shopped at was closed. For renovations, or holidays, or something, all Marcus knew was he needed a new place to pick up his groceries now and at meant getting out of his neighborhood. So he moved onto this other place in the Down that was a little lenient towards who they let in, and did his shopping there.
He just needed the basics, not much, but he tried to pick up two weeks supplies so he didn't need to head out so often. He suppose he was a little bit of a recluse these days ever since he 'died' and not quite died. He wasn't sure what actually happened, but he suspected after that incident his channel had been taken down for some reason and he no longer had a place to upload new videos anymore. Now, he didn't even have that goal to keep his unending life interesting.
He threw a box of oatmeal into his cart, followed by one of cereal, then continued to move when he was bumped into by someone behind him. "Hey, watch it," he warned before he looked to move on.
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You can't cut me off! That would just be rude and you're a nice guy. Nice guy wouldn't cut me off!
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CW: Violence, medical experimentation, injury, mentoin of past noncon attempt
I've gotten sick before here. It didn't end well as I got a little... possessive. I ended up trying to force myself on a close friend, but luckily I was stopped.
When Marcus tells Vash to bite down on something he holds up his metal hand with a slight smirk. Biting down on his finger he does groan as the disinfectant is added, but he actually doesn't bite down too far. He's gotten use to the sting and burn of disinfectant by now.
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He just needed the basics, not much, but he tried to pick up two weeks supplies so he didn't need to head out so often. He suppose he was a little bit of a recluse these days ever since he 'died' and not quite died. He wasn't sure what actually happened, but he suspected after that incident his channel had been taken down for some reason and he no longer had a place to upload new videos anymore. Now, he didn't even have that goal to keep his unending life interesting.
He threw a box of oatmeal into his cart, followed by one of cereal, then continued to move when he was bumped into by someone behind him. "Hey, watch it," he warned before he looked to move on.
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