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@ratleaderr
DECKS MARLON RIGHT IN THE FACE... again, and so much harder this time.
he's seen these stars painted in his eyes before, he's felt the slam, harder and with intent but all the same, rather than a sickening crunch of his nasal bone and absolute pour of blood to follow from the assault. MARLON didn't even get the 'pleasure' to see the familiar demon who knocked his lights out once again, a year ago to this day.
“Go rest, this isn’t up for debate.” (mom voice >:( )
❝ – WHA-- YOU-- ❞ THERE'S BEWILDERMENT MORE THAN THERE IS ANNOYANCE, the grounds of his leadership appeared shaken from the new authority figure that their school had grown so accustomed without -- kids ruled, adults drooled. a schoolyard agreement since they up and left them to fend for themselves. but AUREN...she was different. There should be an anger for her sudden rise up to be telling him what to do, she was a guest and yet -- it had an aura of a mother from an actual caring sentiment unlike the teachers who cared about school rep and how many stars they recieved. they were just show dogs to that principle.
a beat passes, it's quiet as though the courtyard was holding their breath expecting their leader's temper, but instead MARLON sucks in air through his teeth, making a sound similar to ROSIE'S snort and he turns his heel, heading toward the main building. he was tired anyway...
“Looks like I caught you at a bad time.” from clem!
❝ – i'd like to sugarcoat it and say it ain't this bad all the time -- ❞ HANDS REST UPON BONY HIPS, his head tilting back to take a calming deep breath as an attempt to thwart the heat of irritation that began to spread across his frontal lobe, frying his brains into yet another migraine spell. he exhales heavily through his nose, shoulders sagging as he does and drops his hands from their resting place. ❝ – anyway-- i ain't gonna bore ya, whaddya need? ❞
Tired / Exhausted / Feeling Very Weak - Starters.
Tired / Exhausted / Feeling Very Weak - Starters
For worried onlookers
“You don’t look so hot…”
“Are you okay?”
“You need rest.”
“You can’t train, not in that state.”
“Business is over until further notice, your health is more important.”
“Go rest, this isn’t up for debate.”
*my character catches yours mid-stumble* “Whoa, you alright there?”
“You look like a zombie. When was the last time you had proper sleep?”
“You’re shaking. This is really affecting you, at least take a nap.”
“I’m picking you up and taking you to bed, too bad.”
“A small break won’t be good enough, you need actual rest.”
“You shouldn’t of over-exerted yourself.”
“I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”
“You could hardly stand!”
“Don’t think I won’t make you go to bed. Try me.”
“Looks like I caught you at a bad time.”
“You’re so stubborn, quit squirming I’m trying to help!”
“Your hands are shaking. You need to stop.”
“You don’t get enough sleep, do you?”
“You’re practically nodding off.”
“Hey, you just passed out. Are you okay?”
“We can nap together, ok? We’ll be nap buddies.”
“I’m crawling under the covers with you, alright? Just rest.”
“You burned your energy out in the snow, you’re shivering badly.”
“This hot weather is affecting you more than you think, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”
For the affected
“I’ll be alright, I just need a small break.”
“You’re overthinking things, I’m fine.”
“You’re too worried, I’m totally okay.”
“Don’t touch me, I don’t need your help.”
“I said I’m fine, let it be.”
“I didn’t think it’d be this cold, my body hurts all over…”
“I might have been in the sun for too long…”
“I’ll get shut-eye when I finish this paper.”
“I’ll rest when I finally get results.”
“I don’t need rest, I could keep training with no problem.”
“I can’t sleep, I’m too anxious.”
“I don’t like when it’s still and quiet, and I’m alone with my own thoughts.”
*you catch my character mid-stumble* “I-I’m alright, I just need to sit a moment…”
“Could you… sleep with me?”
“I could hardly move… maybe I did push myself too hard…”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll sleep in a bit…”
“I’m okay, really…”
“I’m not a kid, I don’t need you hovering over me.”
“Maybe I’m a little tired…”
“You’re the last person I’d want to see me like this.”
“You’re right, I’ll finish what I’m doing later.”
“Okay. I’ll go to bed, thanks for the concern.”
“You want me to rest so bad, why don’t you make me?”
❛ i speak only with the best of intentions, brother. rats totally get a bad rep. you know, contrary to popular belief, they are actually perfectly hygienic. most of the time. plus, they're super smart and very charming. well, in that may-or-may-not give you rabies kind of way... hey, did i ever tell you i had a pet rat back in the day? before it 'ran away', according to my dad. but i know Mozrat would never abandon me of his own free will. just like you, buddy. you're stuck with me. you know, this conversation actually reminds me of a song... ❜
he slings an arm around the other boy's shoulder, striving to affect a serious and solemn air.
🎶 ❛ m, the two of us need look no more... ❜
❝ – shut up, man! ❞
HE SHOULD OF BEEN PISSED, but the laughter thwarted any means of annoyance to the comparison to him and a pet rat, as part of his best friends charisma to purify any malice from such comments, any other would get a look but forgotten about later on, after all schoolyard taunts and banter were a given at a school for troubled youths. the back of his fist thumping him in the stomach to cut off whatever number he was starting.
❝ – only intention you got for buttering me up is to get out of duties, and using a literal rat ain't gonna do it. ❞
sorry to suddenly go radio silent, couldn't get the damn internet to connect to my pc.
Clementine: Marlon, you’re growing up. You’re leading these kids, then you’re teaching them how to survive, and then maybe one day you could even have a family and be a father. Marlon: One day? I am a father. Clementine: … Clementine: You have a dog, Marlon. Marlon: SHE’S MY BLOOD!
@ratleaderr .
i just . . . i can’t believe it. soon as you guys said go, i was the first one up on the roof. like i had already made up my mind.
[ luke, you can’t let it eat away at you . . . ]
well, i can’t forget it.
❛ you may be a rat, boy. but you're my rat. boi. ❜ /sKSKSK
❝ – i'd ASK if you meant to say that aloud -- ❞
❝ – ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN WARFRONT? ❞
his voice sounds as though his nose was stuffed with cotton and an english accent worthy of last place, MARLON chuckles placing his hands on his hips.
❝ – that's what PRINCIPLE SHITSTAIN used to say whenever he entered the classroom. ❞
"I can't believe that kid came back just to die again." Was it his problem? He wasn't sure...
A BARK SITS PRACTICALLY ON HIS TEETH, brows furrowed with clear sting but it never leaves instead, as though he were a bigger wolf his head falls in defeat. he was right, though. as quickly as the flame burned, it went out.
she sees you, rat.
ohfuckohfuckofuckofuckofuck--
it’s me, dear old rat boy
Bonus:
for every note, I will tell my dog I love her
‘ this is great; this is a good rebranding. ‘
AMONG US STARTERS.
❝ – what am i? running for an election? ❞
HE CAN’T HELP IT, his hand keeps smoothing up the back of his neck, rather than long strands of blonde hair, his fingers touch upon the now naked nape of his neck where he felt soft, almost fresh fuzz. with the old, greasy hair now cut away it let the newer hair room to breath. which he’ll admit adds quite the shiver to his bare skin.
THIS will take some getting used to. he glances over at the other as she wipes the scissors clean of stray hair and grease, his hand finally leaving the back of his neck and settling on his lap and chuffing softly.
❝ – you my advisor? ❞
