[Closed to the animorphs cast]

[livestoannoy]

Marco couldn't quite remember how he got back home.

Did he morph? He must have morphed. Or maybe he walked, so that Samson couldn't have looked out the window and gotten a glimpse. But what would have been the point in hiding? He knew. He knew. Sure, not about the morphing. Not yet. But it was only a matter of time. Already he knew way to much, and Marco didn't have a clue how to stop him from finding out anymore. Not without setting the entire Council on his tail. On all their tails.

Marco ran straight up to the attic without even stopping to talk to anyone, and tried to think of how the hell he was going to explain this to Jake.

[[ooc: bendytimed to just after Marco's psych eval. Also guys, timelinewise I'm going to assume that all the threads with anyone except for Jake happen after Jake's talked to the others / they've had a meeting / whatever, and thus know about the eval and whatnot. Also Marco's pretty much going to be holed up in the attic all day]]

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[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"We'll survive anyway." After all, he survived a secret war and aliens and gunfire and spaceships. Her throat tightens a bit as she considers the fact that this might not be be the case in her part of the timeline. She feels suddenly compelled more than ever to hug him, but they don't really do that anymore, so instead she just gingerly places a hand on his knee. "Should I go downstairs and give you your privacy back now?"

[livestoannoy]

"Well you could stay. But then you'd have to sit around and do nothing while I kick ass on the alien game boy," Marco said dryly.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"I like watching the mechabytes move on a screen almost as much as I like watching paint dry, so I guess that makes that decision," she says, getting up and cracking her neck. "Alright. I love you, sweetheart."

[livestoannoy]

"Megabytes!" Marco corrected, rolling his eyes. As Eva got up to leave, Marco paused. He wasn't usually the type to go around saying 'love you' to anyone. But he still felt guilty for snapping at her, especially when he knew this week had been had for her. "Love you," he said back, finally.