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the smile makes marley feel good. important, even. he likes making people happy in any way that he can. “i used to be a bit of a teacher’s pet back in school – i guess that’s transferring to my adult life. it’s not my fault the teachers were always nice to me!” he giggles a bit before accepting the papers into his arms. he nods his understanding and scans their surroundings, trying to find the best place for the flyers. “oh, um. well, i know that. but you’re, like, the director! it feels weird just to call you phoenix.” maybe that’s just a marley problem. he errs on the side of too-polite. “can i borrow the stapler then, phoenix?” he accentuates the name with a playful smile that’s followed by a crinkle of his nose.
By then, Phoenix was turned back to the telephone post. He was working to staple a few of the flyers onto it in a way that created almost a plaster-like wall paper around the circumference of the post. Hearing Marley, he gives a shake of his head. “Don’t sell yourself short. It is exactly your fault that they and others might like you. It means you have good qualities to you, you’re allowed to be proud of that.” He instructs the omega, giving a quick side glance as he does. “Director or not, we all have to start somewhere. It wasn’t too long ago that I was in your position, you know. And in every instance the directors I felt most comfortable working with were the ones I addressed as a friend, not a boss. We work together to make our productions happen, my shows would be nothing without the talent, yes?” With that, he’s offering the tool over to the smaller boy. “Of course you may, Marley.”










