[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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... 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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Are you implying that She would take advantage of me? [ His brow knits and his wings start to flare as he grows visibly agitated. Uh oh. ]
You should leave.
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... Right. I should, shouldn't I?
[- not that it was necessary. Words would have been enough to send him away.
Marco turns his back to Rohan, casts one last nervous glance at his surroundings, and then barely turns his head to look at him one more time.]
Thanks for... for not doing anything too serious to me. I really do mean that.
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You're welcome.
Don't push your luck.