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As soon as she says she's not a mutant, Marcos' friendly-ish posture is gone, shoulders tensing as he shifts backwards slightly, eyes widening and then narrowing on her. Lorna told him this was a school for /mutants/, and yet, here he is, talking to a non-mutant. "..you're — x.com/hackedtheircod…

— /not/ a mutant," he asks in disbelief, arms dropping to his sides with his eyes still narrowed on Callie. x.com/hackedtheircod…

It's not that he doesn't /like/ non-mutants, it's just that he's had nothing but bad experiences with them, and he was actually /glad/ to be in a place that was just for mutants. "...well then you shouldn't be here." Arms crossing over his chest, Marcos huffs some, head — x.com/hackedtheircod…

— shaking. "Lorna told me this place is for /mutants/, and if you're not a mutant, then you shouldn't be here, married to one or not." Despite his words, there's little hostility in his tone. He's not /hostile/..just semi-confused as to why she's allowed when she isn't a mutant. x.com/hackedtheircod…

He hasn't been there long, no, but it was clearly stated this was a school for /mutants/, and if that's the case, then non-mutants like Callie don't belong here. That's simple logic to him, but he's met with hostility anyways, not that he's surprised. "/Hey/." His tone — x.com/hackedtheircod…

— is defensive /now/, thanks to hers being hostile. "It's just simple logic that non-mutants don't belong in a mutant-only place. I'm just stating the /facts/ here." x.com/hackedtheircod…

"I'll let you know when I find it.." She's not the only one lost in this maze of a house, but he's new here and Lorna didn't show him around any....so that's his excuse. x.com/growpainz/stat…

Scratches the back of his neck with a small nod at the girl. It's embarrassing that he's lost, to him anyways, but at least he's not alone in that. "Uh, yeah.. Yeah, I kinda am. I only just got here so.. this place is kinda. Big. And overwhelming." x.com/growpainz/stat…

Standing a little ways off to the side, Marcos squints a little at the pizza box. He normally doesn't just /ask/, but.. "...you gonna eat that whole thing?" x.com/seismcataclysm…

Shoulders shrug slightly as he shifts to place most of his weight on one leg, arms crossing. "I mean, if you weren't gonna eat the whole thing, I was gonna offer to help you, but if you're really /that/ hungry.." Shrugs again. x.com/seismcataclysm…

"..well, thanks." Nodding with a small, grateful smile, Marcos shuffles over to grab a slice - but just one - from the box before stepping back with his food. "It's Marcos, by the way." x.com/seismcataclysm…

"Daisy?" Raises a brow some as he takes a bite of pizza, carful /not/ to speak with his mouth full. He /does/ have manners, after all. "I was just gonna call you Pizza Girl, but I guess Daisy works, too." Small grin as he takes another bite of pizza. x.com/seismcataclysm…

Now Marcos is the one to snort, which nearly makes him choke on his pizza, but he manages /not/ to choke. This time. "Okay. Pizza Girl it is, then." Nods, thoroughly amused. x.com/seismcataclysm…

Marcos just stares for a second, slowly chewing his bite, before shrugging one shoulder, opting to take a seat not /that/ far from her, but not /next/ to her, either. "I can think of a better one...but it's not yours and has nothing to do with pizza, so." Marcos, /hush/. x.com/seismcataclysm…

"Okay, I will." Nods once, plucking a pepperoni off his pizza slice and tilting his head back to drop it into his mouth. /Such/ manners. "Your pretend world is probably /way/ better than this one anyways." x.com/seismcataclysm…

That’s okay. They can be bad manners buddies™️ together. “See?” Nods once, plucking off another pepperoni. “Your pretend world is better.” x.com/seismcataclysm…

“A month? And you still get lost?” His eyes widen slightly before he dismisses the action with a small shake of his head. “That’s kinda understandable, though. This place is /massive/...” x.com/growpainz/stat…

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