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Nurumaiel · 06-22-2004, 06:47 PM

Marcho felt the beginnings of a smile come to his face when he realized how amiably Marin was treating him, and he felt rather annoyed with himself for it. His annoyance increased when he realized that he was being oddly civil and had said no biting words yet. Bingo had been the only one he had ever been polite and kind to, and this man was a complete stranger yet...

A feeling of delight stole over him, a feeling of satisfaction. He suddenly did not care whether it was odd or not that he was friendly to Marin. He was being friendly to Marin and he was enjoying it. There was something about the friendly glint in those large hazel eyes that compelled Marcho to return the friendliness. Not one uncivil word passed his lips as he earnestly discussed the art of growing tomatoes with Marin.

At last the subject was well-worn and Marcho sat back, falling into silence for a moment to study Marin more thoroughly. There was no disgust in the man's eyes, no secret loathing or contempt... the only other one who had never cherished such looks in his eyes was Bingo. The way this man looked at him and smiled at him made him feel like he was a friend, not some hideous monster to avoid.

"Tell me a little more about yourself, Marin," said Marcho. "I know you're a friend of Twylight here." Marcho paused and struggled against the frown that threatened to come to his face when he spoke the name. Twylight had been disgusted with him as everyone else had. Twylight loathed him and hated him. Twylight thought he was terrible. Again the pained feeling stole over him, but he brushed it aside. "Where do you come from, and what brings you here?"

Posco stared at Mira out of wide, half-frightened and wholly shy eyes. He tried not to look at Lily... if he did he would be completely gone. To look at her pretty little face at a moment like this would be to let shyness completely conquer him. He murmured a few words of greeting to Mira and snatched up the teacup that he had set aside so he could once again devote himself to the study of its emptiness.

06-22-2004, 06:47 PM	#382
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Marcho felt the beginnings of a smile come to his face when he realized how amiably Marin was treating him, and he felt rather annoyed with himself for it. His annoyance increased when he realized that he was being oddly civil and had said no biting words yet. Bingo had been the only one he had ever been polite and kind to, and this man was a complete stranger yet... A feeling of delight stole over him, a feeling of satisfaction. He suddenly did not care whether it was odd or not that he was friendly to Marin. He was being friendly to Marin and he was enjoying it. There was something about the friendly glint in those large hazel eyes that compelled Marcho to return the friendliness. Not one uncivil word passed his lips as he earnestly discussed the art of growing tomatoes with Marin. At last the subject was well-worn and Marcho sat back, falling into silence for a moment to study Marin more thoroughly. There was no disgust in the man's eyes, no secret loathing or contempt... the only other one who had never cherished such looks in his eyes was Bingo. The way this man looked at him and smiled at him made him feel like he was a friend, not some hideous monster to avoid. "Tell me a little more about yourself, Marin," said Marcho. "I know you're a friend of Twylight here." Marcho paused and struggled against the frown that threatened to come to his face when he spoke the name. Twylight had been disgusted with him as everyone else had. Twylight loathed him and hated him. Twylight thought he was terrible. Again the pained feeling stole over him, but he brushed it aside. "Where do you come from, and what brings you here?" Posco stared at Mira out of wide, half-frightened and wholly shy eyes. He tried not to look at Lily... if he did he would be completely gone. To look at her pretty little face at a moment like this would be to let shyness completely conquer him. He murmured a few words of greeting to Mira and snatched up the teacup that he had set aside so he could once again devote himself to the study of its emptiness.