Marco.

'It's not that I wasnt ready to give my life... But... What is it that I'm dying for?'~The names Bodt, Marco Bodt~ Its a pleasure meeting you! {Serious & Crack}

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

@lNSTlNCTIVE dad stOp

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@lNSTlNCTIVE i m

S o b S

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/ no but really I have summer homework that'd due the day after tomorrow so

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@lNSTlNCTIVE HI AMD IM MARCO

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

He sighed and gave a minute nod.

"I know. But. They're our friends. . . it hurts Jean," he murmured.

{@JeanKirstein845 }

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

@lNSTlNCTIVE O h

Boy if you dont

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

@lNSTlNCTIVE I will homie give me a sec

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

— that he'd never truely be alone in the nightmare the two called their life.

{@JeanKirstein845 }

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

— only to never return.

He felt broken.

Forlorn.

But now that the other had appeared, he felt assured.

Assured —

{ @JeanKirstein845 }

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

— lip protruded out to form a pout.

"Sorry. . ." he croaked. Marco was inwardly devestated by multiples scouting out —

{@JeanKirstein845 }

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

— his arms encircling around the short frame of @JeanKirstein845 out of habit.

"I missed you," he cried, his face falling as his nether —

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

The brunet raised a brow at the sudden appearance of @JeanKirstein845 , and a smile graced itself upon his visage.

"Jean," he called, —

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

@lNSTlNCTIVE IM LAU G H IN G

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

@lNSTlNCTIVE NO COMPRENDO

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

//but really tho I have hw

[Marco. @Freckled_Bodt]

@lNSTlNCTIVE P A R D O N

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@lNSTlNCTIVE

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@lNSTlNCTIVE HI

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@lNSTlNCTIVE //I TWEET ED IT A LOT

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//throws hearts to everyone