[That one voice says something again, but it's all the way over there, and Rohan is here, his eyes pulling Marco in. His voice is just as enchanting...
But the answer doesn't come to Marco right away. He needs a moment to think, mouth slightly agape. The moment seems to stretch on and on, until he finally says, quiet and melancholic:]
Family.
idk why listening to the book of mormon again made me wanna do tags but im here
[ Rohan pretends to care about whatever he is drawing. It may or may not matter what he sees. ]
That's sweet. It's almost like I just told you what I cared about but this time I listened. [ What a dig. Hopefully it goes over Marco's head...
Once he is finished (or feels like it), Rohan pulls his book up with one hand and turns it around. Rohan drew a fat little bird that is as ugly as sin. It might be a baby flamingo. It's a litmus test to see if Marco sees anything different now that he has a focus on something else psychologically. ]
Granted, there's only one actual sign - namely the fact that Marco appears to be on the verge of tears - but it's a pretty good one.]
That's... so sweet of you... [He inhales sharply.] I'm sorry. I can tell you're sincere now. [A squint -] I don't-- I don't know if monster genetics would mix that way, exactly, even if one of us could get pregnant, but it's still very cute. Very, very cute.
I NEEDED TO THINK ABOUT HOW TO REPLY FOR A FEW DAYS
Wait a second-- [ Confused and disturbed by Marco's response to what he is seeing, Rohan turns the book around. This breaks the illusion and he's staring at his baby flamingo on the page. Unless Marco and Fiddleford's genes will look anything like THAT when put together, this is BOTHERSOME. ]
... You're not telling me you just saw your freakish squid-snake child.
[Marco is just as confused until he looks at the book again, then turns his head to make sure he isn't just seeing things wrong.] What the-- What's that? What did you d-d--
[Sure, that's a thing he could ask. "What did you draw, because that's not the strangely endearing multi-tailed snake I was just looking at." But in the heat of the moment, a more pressing question comes to mind - abruptly, he stands up, pointing an accusing finger at Rohan.]
[ Rohan is still pinned to his spot. Marco could EASILY mess him up in a heartbeat and he isn't at all confident in himself. Neither of them are their normal monsters but if there is anyone who might have the upper hand, it's Marco.
And fuck that noise. ]
I only had part of a hand in it. Yeah, it was me. But if you haven't noticed, it wasn't to do you any harm.
Because you've been acting like a psycho for the past six months and now you're losing the things that supposedly matter to you. If you love McGucket as much as you say you do, you'll see what a complete cock you've been.
He's your family, isn't he? Then stop screwing it up.
[He smiles a weak, lopsided smile. Part of him still can't quite believe this is all Rohan invited him to do, still suspects a trap or a stab in the back.
But for now, he's still safe. He's here, and he doesn't feel safe, but nothing bad is happening.]
Oh, I have a lot to get off of my chest but it's not going to do a damn thing. [ THAT IS THE SADDEST THING... ] No amount of talking or drawing or casual sex is going to make him come back or make it feel any better, so what's the point, Marco?
What is the point?
[ And this is about as vulnerable as he's going to get, albeit with a prickly austere. One that can be busted down dreadfully easily. ] I was briefly tired of being alone. We're back to the way it was supposed to be.
... Right. I guess I can't... can't really help. Heck-- I would know...
[This time, he glances out the nearest window. Honestly, he isn't sure how they got to this point in the conversation. He isn't sure about a lot of things right now, but he's rolling with it. Again, he's not dying, so maybe it's all just Fine.]
I don't see why that means you're supposed to be alone, though. To be honest.
[ Smoke slithers through his lips like the drag of a cigarette that isn't there. ]
I'm a very tired man, Marco. I've spent a year and a half here making something of myself again. My reputation isn't GREAT but it could always be worse. I've always been in absolute control of my life since I was a kid.
It will be like that again. Jotaro was a sign that I was too lenient with my feelings. That was a mistake.
[ He says it like he's trying to make it be true. The waver in his lips says otherwise-- that he's fronting and forcing it. ]
I have the girls at the castle. It's fine... I won't let it happen again.
[Marco can't always handle being around people, especially these days, but he couldn't bear to simply be alone. Now that he's lost Fiddleford, he isn't sure what to do with the loss of someone around whom he felt so at ease, so... mostly free to confide in.
What could the Fog God do with a man who has closed himself off, who feels like he must be the master of his own emotions and nobody else can be relied on?]
[Maybe if Marco were less tired, he'd keep trying, searching for a way to voice his concerns without saying something Rohan would rather not here. But the way things are right now, he stands there with his mouth open for all of five seconds before giving up and saying:]
By the Fog God. That's what I mean. And I know you don't-- don't want to talk about it, so let's not.
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But the answer doesn't come to Marco right away. He needs a moment to think, mouth slightly agape. The moment seems to stretch on and on, until he finally says, quiet and melancholic:]
Family.
idk why listening to the book of mormon again made me wanna do tags but im here
That's sweet. It's almost like I just told you what I cared about but this time I listened. [ What a dig. Hopefully it goes over Marco's head...
Once he is finished (or feels like it), Rohan pulls his book up with one hand and turns it around. Rohan drew a fat little bird that is as ugly as sin. It might be a baby flamingo. It's a litmus test to see if Marco sees anything different now that he has a focus on something else psychologically. ]
Like it?
excellent
Granted, there's only one actual sign - namely the fact that Marco appears to be on the verge of tears - but it's a pretty good one.]
That's... so sweet of you... [He inhales sharply.] I'm sorry. I can tell you're sincere now. [A squint -] I don't-- I don't know if monster genetics would mix that way, exactly, even if one of us could get pregnant, but it's still very cute. Very, very cute.
I NEEDED TO THINK ABOUT HOW TO REPLY FOR A FEW DAYS
Wait a second-- [ Confused and disturbed by Marco's response to what he is seeing, Rohan turns the book around. This breaks the illusion and he's staring at his baby flamingo on the page. Unless Marco and Fiddleford's genes will look anything like THAT when put together, this is BOTHERSOME. ]
... You're not telling me you just saw your freakish squid-snake child.
You DIDN'T...
Oh... NO...
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[Marco is just as confused until he looks at the book again, then turns his head to make sure he isn't just seeing things wrong.] What the-- What's that? What did you d-d--
[Sure, that's a thing he could ask. "What did you draw, because that's not the strangely endearing multi-tailed snake I was just looking at." But in the heat of the moment, a more pressing question comes to mind - abruptly, he stands up, pointing an accusing finger at Rohan.]
What did you do to me?!
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[ HE WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE NOW. ]
Er-- Helping you with the-- Errors you've made! [ WHO HAS MADE MORE MISTAKES HERE. He pulls his lips back and hisses at the finger. ]
Get that out of my face.
[ please get it out of his face he's Nervous, Angel Boy. ]
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[... Oh. Not the drawing. His... right. Marco cautiously curls his finger in before sloooowly lowering his hand.]
Y-You made me see something. It was you. It wasn't me.
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And fuck that noise. ]
I only had part of a hand in it. Yeah, it was me. But if you haven't noticed, it wasn't to do you any harm.
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Why, then?
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Because you've been acting like a psycho for the past six months and now you're losing the things that supposedly matter to you. If you love McGucket as much as you say you do, you'll see what a complete cock you've been.
He's your family, isn't he? Then stop screwing it up.
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... I don't think he's going to want me back. And... And I shouldn't demand that of him. [He gulps.] It's only fair.
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[ He crosses his arms and dismissively shrugs his shoulders. ]
I lost Jotaro and I might never get him back. Distance yourself from McGucket and see if he ever wants to come back. At least you can maybe have that.
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rohan kishibe voice gross
Your religious stances aside, you two were the perfect nerd couple. It was almost cute. [ can't go complimenting him or anything. ]
Almost. You may have to cut your losses. You might not. [ Rohan brings a claw to his lips and picks at his teeth. ] Moving on is the worst part.
Oh gross, it sounds like we're having a heart to heart.
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[He smiles a weak, lopsided smile. Part of him still can't quite believe this is all Rohan invited him to do, still suspects a trap or a stab in the back.
But for now, he's still safe. He's here, and he doesn't feel safe, but nothing bad is happening.]
... Do you want to talk about Jotaro?
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Theeeeennnn there's that. ]
What's there to talk about?
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[Marco laughs uncomfortably and averts his eyes.]
Too far, I suppose.
i never thought i would write a Sad Rohan Tag
Oh, I have a lot to get off of my chest but it's not going to do a damn thing. [ THAT IS THE SADDEST THING... ] No amount of talking or drawing or casual sex is going to make him come back or make it feel any better, so what's the point, Marco?
What is the point?
[ And this is about as vulnerable as he's going to get, albeit with a prickly austere. One that can be busted down dreadfully easily. ] I was briefly tired of being alone. We're back to the way it was supposed to be.
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[This time, he glances out the nearest window. Honestly, he isn't sure how they got to this point in the conversation. He isn't sure about a lot of things right now, but he's rolling with it. Again, he's not dying, so maybe it's all just Fine.]
I don't see why that means you're supposed to be alone, though. To be honest.
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[ Smoke slithers through his lips like the drag of a cigarette that isn't there. ]
I'm a very tired man, Marco. I've spent a year and a half here making something of myself again. My reputation isn't GREAT but it could always be worse. I've always been in absolute control of my life since I was a kid.
It will be like that again. Jotaro was a sign that I was too lenient with my feelings. That was a mistake.
[ He says it like he's trying to make it be true. The waver in his lips says otherwise-- that he's fronting and forcing it. ]
I have the girls at the castle. It's fine... I won't let it happen again.
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[Marco can't always handle being around people, especially these days, but he couldn't bear to simply be alone. Now that he's lost Fiddleford, he isn't sure what to do with the loss of someone around whom he felt so at ease, so... mostly free to confide in.
What could the Fog God do with a man who has closed himself off, who feels like he must be the master of his own emotions and nobody else can be relied on?]
Y-You wouldn't care to hear the reasons.
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I don't care to hear them but sure. I've done most of the talking. Let me have it...
[ Regrettably. ]
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[Is there ANY way he could put this that would keep the conversation from turning sour again?}
... You're leaving yourself more open to being taken advantage of than you might... think.
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[ Now he kind of cares; if not only for what Marco's angle is here. ]
Explain.
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By the Fog God. That's what I mean. And I know you don't-- don't want to talk about it, so let's not.
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