I mean, you seem like an office kinda guy. Maybe you aren't? Maybe you work in a traveling caravan full of singing rats or on a ship along the coast full of hippos? Who knows.
My office? Well, I work at McGucket Labs if you're familiar, so depending on where you live that MAY be easier than sending it to my house I'm sorry, who is this?
Ah, got it. :) In that case, like I said, either McGucket Labs or my house will do. Pick whichever you prefer.
[Two addresses follow: one to a workshop in the business district of Bavan, and one to a house by a "Clipperhead Lake," about 30 minutes away from Bavan.]
ohmigosh, you live outside the city?? like, are there killer animals out there?
Probably the labs, since the city is safer, even with us around. Be there in like an hour.
[Sorry, Marco, he's intent on conversation. As promised Leo shows up with a gift, and forces himself into the building to drop it off. Whether Marco goes to meet the teenager is up to him.]
Nothing that terrible, I can assure you. [Do they think he lives out in the wastelands...?] But the labs will do just fine. :)
[He's not sure what to expect, not even when his Santa announces their ETA. But what matters is that when Leonardo arrives, Marco is there, and if he could have mistaken him for a regular customer at a first glance - they are open for business! - the timing, along with the fact that the teen has clearly brought some kind of gift with him, makes Marco suspect otherwise. So, even though the first words out of his mouth are...]
[He is now rudely pressing a medium sized box into Maro's space. The short fae teen is just making himself a problem.] I am no longer asking for a merry Christmas, I am making it happen, specifically for you!
[He only looks a little uncomfortable when the teen forces himself into his space. Look, he gets it. In fact, if anything, it probably means this kid is better adjusted than your average Ryslig teen.]
Well, thank you very much. May I?
[He waits for the slightest sign of confirmation with amusement before he opens the box.]
You must. [Leo says immediately, grinning as Maro opens the box.]
Technically think it's more a display piece, but I made it myself!
[Within is an incrediblychunky mug in the shape of a computer. The handle is a little lumpy and misshapen, but still useable. On the screen, Leo has drawn a little smiley face on the screen.
Within the mug are some hand cut out stickers Leo made. All of them are genuinely groan worthy computer puns. Beneath the mug is a plain tie the turtle tried drawing computers on. Its very hit and miss, but he sure tried.
The fourteen year old smiles up at Marco a little expectantly, his antenna wiggling somewhat. For all the bravado, Leo does genuinely want Marco to like the gift.]
[It's quite likely that Marco's face says enough - the way his expression softens as he unveils each part of the gift, even the genuine snort at one of the stickers... This is good. This is very good.]
Thank you. [He smiles.] I see you had a good informant.
[All that bravado? Gone. Just Leo smiling happily up at Marco, very much a child excited to please.]
Santa knows what you like. So, I thought I gotta indulge that. [His antenna wiggle a little more as he folds his hands behind his back.] I'm Leo by the way.
Clearly means you and Donnie would get along pretty well. Just start talking tech, and wham, friendship. [he says easily enough, finding common ground in the topic of his twin.]
What do you like, besides computer stuff? [Actually interested in this becoming a full conversation, more likely than you'd think!]
You should play games with me. [And now Marco has a teenager trying to hang out with him. Leo is naturally overly social, and a little lonely, so he's just happy to talk with everyone.] I think it'd be fun!
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<TheCoolestTurtle> - Dec 23rd
where your office at?
So I can leave your gift there.
I mean, you seem like an office kinda guy. Maybe you aren't? Maybe you work in a traveling caravan full of singing rats or on a ship along the coast full of hippos? Who knows.
<marco>
Well, I work at McGucket Labs if you're familiar, so depending on where you live that MAY be easier than sending it to my house
I'm sorry, who is this?
<TheCoolestTurtle>
I live in Bavan, so who knows. I just wanted to know where I can plonk the gift and hope you enjoy it.
<marco>
:)
In that case, like I said, either McGucket Labs or my house will do. Pick whichever you prefer.
[Two addresses follow: one to a workshop in the business district of Bavan, and one to a house by a "Clipperhead Lake," about 30 minutes away from Bavan.]
<TheCoolestTurtle>
Probably the labs, since the city is safer, even with us around. Be there in like an hour.
[Sorry, Marco, he's intent on conversation. As promised Leo shows up with a gift, and forces himself into the building to drop it off. Whether Marco goes to meet the teenager is up to him.]
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But the labs will do just fine.
:)
[He's not sure what to expect, not even when his Santa announces their ETA. But what matters is that when Leonardo arrives, Marco is there, and if he could have mistaken him for a regular customer at a first glance - they are open for business! - the timing, along with the fact that the teen has clearly brought some kind of gift with him, makes Marco suspect otherwise. So, even though the first words out of his mouth are...]
How may I help you?
[... He is not entirely caught off-guard.]
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[He is now rudely pressing a medium sized box into Maro's space. The short fae teen is just making himself a problem.] I am no longer asking for a merry Christmas, I am making it happen, specifically for you!
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[He only looks a little uncomfortable when the teen forces himself into his space. Look, he gets it. In fact, if anything, it probably means this kid is better adjusted than your average Ryslig teen.]
Well, thank you very much. May I?
[He waits for the slightest sign of confirmation with amusement before he opens the box.]
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Technically think it's more a display piece, but I made it myself!
[Within is an incredibly chunky mug in the shape of a computer. The handle is a little lumpy and misshapen, but still useable. On the screen, Leo has drawn a little smiley face on the screen.
Within the mug are some hand cut out stickers Leo made. All of them are genuinely groan worthy computer puns. Beneath the mug is a plain tie the turtle tried drawing computers on. Its very hit and miss, but he sure tried.
The fourteen year old smiles up at Marco a little expectantly, his antenna wiggling somewhat. For all the bravado, Leo does genuinely want Marco to like the gift.]
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Thank you. [He smiles.] I see you had a good informant.
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Santa knows what you like. So, I thought I gotta indulge that. [His antenna wiggle a little more as he folds his hands behind his back.] I'm Leo by the way.
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[He winks.]
You obviously already know a thing or two about me.
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[He pauses, realizing with some sense of tact, is a little much. He taps his clawed fingers together a little nervously.] Friends, I mean.
I don't know a lot about computer-y stuff, but Donnie does. I kinda went by some stuff I know he'd find funny.
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Well, you did a good job. All of us computer nerds might just be cut from the same cloth.
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What do you like, besides computer stuff? [Actually interested in this becoming a full conversation, more likely than you'd think!]
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[Maya Fey has been trying to get this man a hobby for years, with limited success.]
T... Technology in general, really. I mean, I'm not much of a gamer, I never have been, but... Oh, you know. The way it evolves...
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I can't stop you, can I?
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Not even remotely! Cause, we're gonna have a great time!