[ marcusvoltxri ]
“ MARCUS?! “ she called out, voice echoing down the hall of his chambers way before she had even managed to get there. she carried a rather large black tote bag in her arms, at least a dozen and a half boks placed inside- modern books. these people had no clue what was of the modern age, and she was almost positive they had never laid their eyes on the likes of stephen king, twin, steinbec, etc. and if anyone woul appreciate a good book, she knew that the quiet, forever sad looking leader would.
“ i brought you gifts! i know my music tastes weren’t EXACTLY what you were into, so i’m gonna try my books instead. “