Fifth Judgment

[divine_ferrari]

...Mother's Day...

[[Marco can be found sitting on his porch, a large plate of pasta in his hands. He tried to recreate his mother's recipe, but failed. It's still plenty edible, though.]]

Comments

[bogusmagicker]

[divine_ferrari]

...May I help you?

[bogusmagicker]

. . . What are you doing?

[divine_ferrari]

Is she serious?

...Eating.

[eye_do]

Are you okay, Marco?

[divine_ferrari]

Hm? Oh, Marie. I'm fine. Simply reminiscing, that's all.

[eye_do]

Would you like some company?

[divine_ferrari]

...I appreciate the offer, but I'd prefer to be left alone for the time being.

[mayfield_mods]

What did you get me, dear?

[divine_ferrari]

...Absolutely nothing.

...There's still some spaghetti left in the kitchen. I made it myself.

[mayfield_mods]

Aww, that's sweet of you.

But not nearly sweet enough. Go get me something nice.

[divine_ferrari]

*leaves against his will and returns with a bouquet of flowers*