The Archers Mark (on hold)

Miss The Lie

Marcos pov.

I looked at myself in the mirror checking for anything that may look out of place, besides me in a long sleeved purple jacket and blueish grey pants which I had rolled up to my knees. I looked at myself and squinted. 

Then tilted my head. Trying to find a better way to look at myself.

Finally I moved my arms in the closed constricting top to get a feel for any kind of limits I would have, and sure enough I couldn't move my arms directly in front of me. So I grunted my disapproval and unzipped the jacket so it was open and reveled Pops's mark. I smiled as I looked at myself I don't know what I was thinking covering Pops's mark like that. 

This is way better. I moved my hands over my clothes and dusted myself off with a small relaxed smile.

I reached for a light blue sash and tied it around me and fixing my belt around it. My ankle bracelet still very noticeable as I nodded. This was the best dressed I was gonna get.

"Oi Marco, quit making possess in the mirror." Yelled Thatch, startling me and causing me to jump slightly. I took in a deep breath and let it out as I walked towards the door, "I was not making possess-yoi." I stated opening it. 

I stopped when I saw Thatch in a white chief's outfit instead of his normal blue. I sighed at his outfit, "You just changed colors-yoi." I stated simply rubbing my temples.

He looked down and motioned to himself. "This style seems to be what the ladies like so it's what I'll wear, besides you did the same thing." He stated as we began to walk out towards the deck. I shook my head relaxing, "Not just that-yoi. I also combed my hair-yoi." I pointed at my tuff with a small playful smile. He laughed "Oh wow you're right. All big and fancy." He mocked. 

We kept walking and I briefly looked towards the spot of the deck where Star was laying lifeless, earlier today and clenched my jaw. I hated this feeling of regret so much. Thatch noticed my sudden tenseness and hit me on the shoulder.

"Oi, it wasn't your fault Marco." He stated. I frowned and looked towards the boats that Thatch and the others where gonna take. I shook my head "It shouldn't have happened. I'm normally clam in a fight-yoi." I stated to more to myself then to Thatch.

 Thatch laughed as I was to busy thinking of how she made me lose control of my clam nature. When we where fighting it was, just us. It was as if no one else existed.  I was so lost in her complexity. 

I just wanted to figure out what she was truly doing. What her motives where and why. 

"Wow man you've got it bad." He stated waving his hands in front of my face. 

I looked at him "I've got what bad-yoi?" I asked him curious and semi cautious. Just before he started to speak Izo walked out on deck and gasped.

"How could you two be such fashion impaired imbeciles ?" He stated as he ran over to us. He wore what I think was his best make up and a purple Kimono, his hair was down and looked curled. I frowned and looked at him just as Thatch did. "You're wearing your basic style but with different colors too!" Yelled Thatch at him.

 I shook my head, "I still think out of all of us I look the best-yoi." I stated playfully. 

"Well unlike you two I don't have women to impress!" Izo yelled back at Thatch ignoring me. I lifted an eyebrow. "I don't have a woman to impress-yoi." I stated truthfully. Izo placed and hand on my shoulder and gave me a sad smile "And that's why you can't go to a banquet looking like," He motioned to my body "Well like this."   Thatch snickered. Izo looked at him and raised a perfectly drawn eyebrow.