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[Relaxing on the bunk he shared with Jean, he took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes. It had been some time since he got the bunk area alone, it was quiet a rare thing really. Though he would mind some company, he just didn't really feel like going out with the others. The training for the day was exhausting and a nap was sounding awesome.
Marco continues to relax for the moment at least until he hears someone enter.]
Marco continues to relax for the moment at least until he hears someone enter.]
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Date: 2013-11-19 04:15 am (UTC)Right on the money, turns out.
He leans against the doorway with his eyebrows raised.]
Rise and shine, sir layabout. If we're not quick, Potato Girl will inhale our rations.
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Date: 2013-11-19 04:35 am (UTC)Quickly he sits up and looks to the door, a little worried it was the commander. When he saw it was Jean he starts to laugh light and rub his neck.]
Aha, it's that late already, Jean?
[He swings his feel over the edge of the bunk and stretches.]
Mmn! Did you have a good day? [It was a way to start a conversation while he works on grabbing his boots. Hopefully Jean will come in fully before that.]
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Date: 2013-11-20 03:14 pm (UTC)[Hope no more- Jean does come all the way in, as a matter of fact. After mulling it over a moment, he settles down heavily on the mattress beside Marco, his forearms on his aching thighs- he pushed himself a little harder than usual today, which irritates him, to be honest.]
It was fine, I guess. A lot like yesterday. [He nudges Marco with his shoulder.] You're pretty relaxed, huh.
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Date: 2013-11-20 03:23 pm (UTC)[A small laugh under his breath he watches as Jean lays down. With a playful sigh he stops his work on grabbing his boot, instead letting himself flop back onto the bed beside his friend.]
You pushed yourself again didn't you? [He turned his head to smile at Jean.] A little bit, I guess. [He lightly pats Jean's leg.] You don't seem too keen on moving yourself. We rarely get the bunks to ourselves.
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Date: 2013-11-26 04:40 am (UTC)Yeah. An ill-advised mistake that I don't plan on repeating any time soon.
[He brought his hands behind his head as a sort of cushion, stares up at the ceiling. His lips quirk.] You keep track?
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Date: 2013-11-26 02:25 pm (UTC)Probably would be for the best. You don't need to get hurt.
[Another light chuckle left the freckled boy's lips as he nodded.]
Maybe? It's like a rare treat really.