Practice

[supportinkindness]

[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.]

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[launisch]

[And that someone, perhaps predictably, is Jean. When he noticed Marco hadn't rejoined them in the mess hall for dinner after training, he slipped out before the food was served and set off toward the barracks, figuring it was as good a place as any to look.

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.