07-19-2018, 02:24 AM
If it was anything, Marcellus was a huge massive sucker for sweets, especially if it was candy. Muffins were no candy, but they were sure as hell really good. Marcel wasn't able to bake, well not not able but more like not willing to learn. He got way too frustrated easily and didn't want to spend his whole life stressing himself out. Maybe if he had a teacher but he was way too stubborn and would deny getting a teacher if someone suggested he should. Yeah it frustrated him to have to learn things by scratch but he would rather keep his dignity and do that then cave in to getting someone to teach him. Call him stupid. Well that was it, just call him stupid. Either way, his inability to cook didn't change his sweet tooth and frankly right now he was craving something a little sweet.
Marcellus was lying inside his little shack on the bay, relaxing after a small run down the beach and back. His ears flicked when he heard a little voice shout out for free muffins, and a familiar one at that. He couldn't pinpoint the voice but he stepped outside, padding towards the gathering crowd with a lick of his lips, pushing through others to get to the source which happened to be Luca. Oh lord, Luca. Not in a completely bad way but he remembered the guy kind of flirting with him and frankly he wasn't sure how to handle that. Clearing his throat, he would decide to ask for one anyways, looking over the muffins Luca made. He would of preferred something sweeter but beggers can't be choosers. "I'll take a vanilla." He spoke with interest in his voice, his tongue running over his lips in hunger.
Marcellus was lying inside his little shack on the bay, relaxing after a small run down the beach and back. His ears flicked when he heard a little voice shout out for free muffins, and a familiar one at that. He couldn't pinpoint the voice but he stepped outside, padding towards the gathering crowd with a lick of his lips, pushing through others to get to the source which happened to be Luca. Oh lord, Luca. Not in a completely bad way but he remembered the guy kind of flirting with him and frankly he wasn't sure how to handle that. Clearing his throat, he would decide to ask for one anyways, looking over the muffins Luca made. He would of preferred something sweeter but beggers can't be choosers. "I'll take a vanilla." He spoke with interest in his voice, his tongue running over his lips in hunger.