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Iliana
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"You heard me. You need to sleep with me." And with the end of that statement cam a bite out of the delicious McGriddle.
He even went so far as to moan in happiness when the sweet syrup from the Griddle coursed down onto his bottom lip, tongue ready to fetch it if it drooled down anymore. The egg and sausage were the perfect combo to the bite as well! He was eating an entire breakfast wrapped into one single sandwich. Ah, McDonald's how advanced you really are. Marce was all smiles and nothing more. It had something to do with the reaction he pulled out of Ace with his statement. She turned into a cherry, turning red in every single portion of her face. Her choking wasn't so funny but it did manage a snicker or two out of him when the food went down the other pipe, he assumed, all the while, Marce munched down on his bliss of a breakfast.
"Who would've thought? McDonald's is actual a great place for breakfast, obesity and all."he commented, grabbing his hash brown that had lay untouched on the side of his tray into his hands. It was piping hot to his fingers but he neither hissed nor flinched when the hot grease met his teeth. As said before, Marce learned a lot of endurance in even the smallest of things. He had to have a slight area of expertise in any and everything he did. For example, if he were ever kidnapped, Marce would know exactly how to forge a leathal weapon out of shoe laces.
"Yes. Me and you. My bed. Right after we get this thing done with the office."he said simply, blue eyes stabbing hers as his tongue trailed the tip of his straw, trying hard to hide the smirk forming at the side of his lips. "Got it?"
He even went so far as to moan in happiness when the sweet syrup from the Griddle coursed down onto his bottom lip, tongue ready to fetch it if it drooled down anymore. The egg and sausage were the perfect combo to the bite as well! He was eating an entire breakfast wrapped into one single sandwich. Ah, McDonald's how advanced you really are. Marce was all smiles and nothing more. It had something to do with the reaction he pulled out of Ace with his statement. She turned into a cherry, turning red in every single portion of her face. Her choking wasn't so funny but it did manage a snicker or two out of him when the food went down the other pipe, he assumed, all the while, Marce munched down on his bliss of a breakfast.
"Who would've thought? McDonald's is actual a great place for breakfast, obesity and all."he commented, grabbing his hash brown that had lay untouched on the side of his tray into his hands. It was piping hot to his fingers but he neither hissed nor flinched when the hot grease met his teeth. As said before, Marce learned a lot of endurance in even the smallest of things. He had to have a slight area of expertise in any and everything he did. For example, if he were ever kidnapped, Marce would know exactly how to forge a leathal weapon out of shoe laces.
"Yes. Me and you. My bed. Right after we get this thing done with the office."he said simply, blue eyes stabbing hers as his tongue trailed the tip of his straw, trying hard to hide the smirk forming at the side of his lips. "Got it?"