#aarinxvaughn

[marcelvaughn]

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"Honey! I am home!" Marcel called out as he stepped into the home he shared with his wife. Dropping his heavy bag onto the floor in the hallway as he continued to make his way into the house. It had been another unsuccessful away game, and Marcel was starting to feel the pressure from everywhere, but especially the media. They were not impressed with his current coaching skills, and the decent results from the previous season was erased from everyone's memory. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab himself something to drink, before he continued to make his way further inside to see if he could find his wife.

[marcelvaughn]

Closed | @aarinxvaughn

"Mmm I do love the smell of breakfast in the morning." Marcel muttered, still half asleep on their honeymoon bed as he slowly began to stirr some more after the smell of bacon hit his nostrils. "Did you sleep okay?" He asked, rolling over on the bed to face his wife as he stretched his hand out and let it stroke her shoulder gently. "I hope you are excited for what I managed to book in for us today." He smiled at her, "I think you're going to enjoy it." Or at least so he hoped.

[marcelvaughn]

Closed | @aarinxvaughn Location | The Cobblestone Cafe a while after the initial earthquake

Marcel had been in the middle of food prepping for the week when the initial earthquake had hit. The impact of it had made him hide under the countertop in the kitchen, all while things around him scattered around, falling off of shelves and cupboards, some breaking as they hit the floors. Once it had finally stopped, Marcel had immediately reached for the keys to his car, before sprinting out of his home. If it had not been for running into a neighbour seeking shelter on the way, he would have been there sooner. "Aarin-" He called out, stepping into the cafe, heart beating out of his chest. "Aarin?!" He called out again, a bit more panick to his voice.