Marco glared back at the otter. Yeah, he's looking at you, you psycho furball.
"That thing is evil," he growled, looking like he trying to get lasers to come out of his eyes and fry the otter. "Like hell I'm going to try and pet it." Tearing his eyes away from That Otter for a moment, he looked up at Daniel, his expression dubious. That guy had called the otter...something. Marco hadn't really caught it. "Don't tell me you actually named it. That goddamn otter is..."
Marco trailed off, frowning. Hang on, this guy was familiar. He'd talked to him before - the memories were a little fuzzy, like they were from years ago when he was a kid, when really they weren't from that long ago at all. They'd been in Cassie house, with pancakes, and Marco had been deaged to about six. The guy had really towered over Marco then.
"Hey, aren't you that dude with the boots?" he said, remembering running around in a pair of boots that had been way too big for him. "You're one of Mom's friends."
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"That thing is evil," he growled, looking like he trying to get lasers to come out of his eyes and fry the otter. "Like hell I'm going to try and pet it." Tearing his eyes away from That Otter for a moment, he looked up at Daniel, his expression dubious. That guy had called the otter...something. Marco hadn't really caught it. "Don't tell me you actually named it. That goddamn otter is..."
Marco trailed off, frowning. Hang on, this guy was familiar. He'd talked to him before - the memories were a little fuzzy, like they were from years ago when he was a kid, when really they weren't from that long ago at all. They'd been in Cassie house, with pancakes, and Marco had been deaged to about six. The guy had really towered over Marco then.
"Hey, aren't you that dude with the boots?" he said, remembering running around in a pair of boots that had been way too big for him. "You're one of Mom's friends."