pennasinfide.
"Really? I didn’t know, you should have told me earlier."
Oh the sarcasm is strong today, and Marco seems to be using it all on Jean. A lazy grin comes to his face as he kicks the blond’s side again, making him move over further on the couch so he has room to lie about like the lazy college student he is. Once that is successfully done, he slides down to an awkward slouch, still somewhat pushing on Jean, even though there’s probably about a negative amount of room for the other to sit.
What an asshole.
"Whoever the fuck told you that was a romantic gesture can go an' fuck 'emselves," he snaps, grumbling under his breath as his hand come to rest over his throbbing hip. Admittedly, it does nothing and he still hisses with a sharp intake of breath -- it's definitely going to bruise. "Get off me, would you?" He's being sour about it, now, and tries shoving the brunette from his lap with little effort. "Seriously, Marco, stop it." Congrats, Marco. You've pissed off Jean Kirstein.
