There are times when Marco feels like he was raised on another planet, and as he tries to visualize the ‘shitbox’ car that Taurus describes, he realizes this is one of those times. “Oh…” He breathes with a nod to signify his understanding, despite not quite grasping the notion at all. “I suppose it might be too much to hope that in this modern age the packs could establish a database or something, to map out territories…” the alchemist muses aloud. “…Of course, what do I know? Maybe there is one,” he adds with a shrug.
“You must be pretty good at it if your clients have been so keen to stick with you,” Marco observes. Although an avid runner, he’s never been much of a gym rat, truth be told. These days, however, the notion of having a healthy outlet to keep his mind off of other things has become ever more appealing. He has to laugh at the other man’s assessment of his profession. “My work is a lot of things, hermano, but ‘fancy’ isn’t one of them, I assure you.” Traditional medicine, to a far greater extent than alchemical research, is distinctly not glamorous. “Well, no, Wolford probably isn’t the ideal spot for specialized practice,” Marco admits, “But there’s always a demand for internal medicine in a broader sense. Honestly, I needed a change from the whole big city thing, anyhow.”
He grins, looking Taurus over as the other man fidgets with his replacement sweater. “Crisis averted, yeah? We should probably get back inside before the stock-boy finds our baskets.”
It actually didn’t seem like a bad idea, but lots of things that sounded like a good idea in theory were not all that great in practice. “Well, then you do have the danger of people you don’t want knowing your location suddenly knowing it,” Taurus figured was the most obvious reason. “It’s nice to be able to tell people who I am now but I don’t think I’d feel safe with just anyone knowing where my pack and I will be on the full moon, you know?” he mused.
“Not everyone does, we all have our own styles that fit different people’s needs,” Taurus shrugged, not wanting to come off like he was some kind of amazing trainer when it generally wasn’t as simple as that. When the man said his own work wasn’t fancy though he offered a gentle laugh because it sure sounded fancy to him. “Makes sense, person I couldn’t do it but that has a whole lot more to do with the full moon than much else, you wouldn’t want a whole bunch of wolves running around the streets of New York.”
Taurus nodded and turned in the direction of the store, “crisis averted,” he agreed.
