[Marco runs. His laptop stays behind, closed, not very long after he typed those words. He knocks once on Fiddleford's door out of courtesy, then slams it behind him.]
Fiddleford...
[For a moment, he's at a loss for words - or, perhaps more accurately, there are so many words in his mind that it feels paralyzing to try and pick a few.
Instead, he rushes to Fiddleford and throws his arms around him, clinging to him tightly.]
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Fiddleford...
[For a moment, he's at a loss for words - or, perhaps more accurately, there are so many words in his mind that it feels paralyzing to try and pick a few.
Instead, he rushes to Fiddleford and throws his arms around him, clinging to him tightly.]