Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-25808351-20170216050520

Marcus doesn't pick up on Cyndwella's tone and pours himself another drink. He sips it, savoring it's taste and then setting the glass down. Plopping back into his desk chair, he crosses his legs and picks his glass back up.

"I hear ya Cynd. You want to go home, and get away from this ice cube of a city. A bit booze helps me see things from your point of view. I had to say sorry Cynd, I fucked up. Every so often I was pissy with you cause you didn't like it here. Needless to say, that pissed me off. Nobody likes being told their home is boring or dull. In a way it felt like a insult on me. But I shouldn't have been short with you. If I was thinking clearly and not being such a baby, I would have remembered that you're away from home, and family."

"Can I honestly say that if I was stock in a foriegn place without the comfort of my loved ones or my home, that I wouldn't be a bit critical? Regardless Cynd, you'll be going home soon enough. Then you'll be able to be with your husband, your friends, and enjoy yourself. I promise I'll save you from a sappy mortal goodbye when you go, last thing you need from me is that shit!" Marcus chuckles, the alcohol starting to take effect.