So I know I haven’t been on here at all. I’m working on it I promise. Right now I am in need of a bit of help. I seem to have run into a tight spot and I am selling a few things. One of them sadly includes this guy. I want him to go to a good home so I am posting him here. I am asking only 200 (plus shipping) because of slight box damage. But rest assured that he is in PERFECT condition. He’s been displayed out of reach and dusted constantly so no worries there. Pm me if you’re interested. Thank you🖤
So I know I haven’t been on here at all. I’m working on it I promise. Right now I am in need of a bit of help. I seem to have run into a tight spot and I am selling a few things. One of them sadly includes this guy. I want him to go to a good home so I am posting him here. I am asking only 200 (plus shipping) because of slight box damage. But rest assured that he is in PERFECT condition. He’s been displayed out of reach and dusted constantly so no worries there. Pm me if you’re interested. Thank you🖤
It’s a strange feeling just to log on here and get hit with pure “you’re not welcome here” vibes. I do want to do more. But I almost feel like I shouldn’t. It’s confusing for certain.
there’s no hiding the mistrustful purse of her lips, nor the sweat that beads just above her brow. after all of the trouble this man has caused, she has to deal with him again ?
❝ what i want is to know why you’re here. i’m sure i can safely assume you’re up to no good, mariku. ❞
He had to quell the urge to roll his eyes. Did she really believe he would start something in broad daylight in public. Then again the last time she had seen him he had been babbling like some foolish maniac floundering in the middle of his defeat…Now that was an eye rolling thought.
“Honestly I just want my coffee so I can be on my way.” A grumble followed as he wrapped his fingers around the door handle. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
Mai couldn’t help but stare. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Was this really Marik? It had been so long.
Narrowing her gaze on him “ What? You gotta problem with people looking at you?” Snapping back.
Of course she would stare. Why wouldn’t she? It had to be the equivalent of a ghost staring back at her. As much as he relished the thought of her suffering, it was only momentarily before those thoughts were tucked neatly away in a box in the back of his mind. She had given him no reason other than rudely spoken words.
“I do when they are staring open mouthed and so pointedly. Say something productive or move on.”
