Intuitive to play at this age, Marcus grabbed on to the warden’s jest and joke along his rant. He stomped a foot on the oak chair. Deimos lifted his hand — surely in an attempt to protect him — and Marcus nearly jumped off of the chair.
Marcus reached out and took hold of the warden’s forearm, but kept going on his verbal rampage, feet slamming with a thud against the solid ground. [say]”Well, I think we could do it. Like this.”[/say] Marcus then took on a more serious look, his brows knitting together and his lips puffing out like some primordial comic. He then grunted several times and shot his finger to point out at another journal,
Marcus reached out and took hold of the warden’s forearm, but kept going on his verbal rampage, feet slamming with a thud against the solid ground. [say]”Well, I think we could do it. Like this.”[/say] Marcus then took on a more serious look, his brows knitting together and his lips puffing out like some primordial comic. He then grunted several times and shot his finger to point out at another journal,
