[the voice doesn't sound like anything familiar but there's something just so marco, in the irreverent humor of the words that tobias makes a tight, low swooping 180 back in peter's direction and alighting on a street sign near the man, pinning him with a fierce, bright hawk's eye,
he doesn't look like marco, doesn't sound like marco, but. maybe marco decided to morph some random adult for some reason?
(any reason would do, it was marco, after all, and tobias is honestly desperate enough for any small measure of familiarity right now that he's willing to entertain the inane.)]
< You don't look like any of my friends. > [tobias thinks at peter, and it honestly sounds like some sort of accusation.]
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he doesn't look like marco, doesn't sound like marco, but. maybe marco decided to morph some random adult for some reason?
(any reason would do, it was marco, after all, and tobias is honestly desperate enough for any small measure of familiarity right now that he's willing to entertain the inane.)]
< You don't look like any of my friends. > [tobias thinks at peter, and it honestly sounds like some sort of accusation.]