See, Bertolt had been more than willing to stop by, purely because A) it's been Awhile since he's been in that quaint little town purely to visit, and B) maybe it'd help bring in some new customers. At the very least Bertolt could give out some samples, right?
Everyone loved free samples, especially seasonal ones!
It's the one-sided "argument" that catches the attention of both Bertolt and the Arcanine loping at a slow trot at his side. Marcel - bless his warm, furry heart - surges forward and lets out a quiet boof to urge his trainer to catch up, the massive dog looking back expectantly with his tongue lolling and tail swaying. He found someone! A friend!
As Bertolt adjusts the little tray in his hands, he rounds the corner and stops. Whatever he was going to say doesn't come out - he had a whole little spiel memorized for FCAB and just like that, it was gone.]
A-Ah...
[This couldn't be.
He should run, but his legs wouldn't move either.
Logically, he knows he should run and tell Jean. But at the same time, what if he knew? What then?
Poor Marcel however simply cocks his head and rumbles in confusion, his head whipping between his trainer, the Jenny, and Marco before it finally cocks to the side and causes his ears to flop this way and that. What was going on? Did his trainer break again? This has been happening a lot. Maybe he had a crush on this Jenny?]
make that *three* boys and a nightmare now
See, Bertolt had been more than willing to stop by, purely because A) it's been Awhile since he's been in that quaint little town purely to visit, and B) maybe it'd help bring in some new customers. At the very least Bertolt could give out some samples, right?
Everyone loved free samples, especially seasonal ones!
It's the one-sided "argument" that catches the attention of both Bertolt and the Arcanine loping at a slow trot at his side. Marcel - bless his warm, furry heart - surges forward and lets out a quiet boof to urge his trainer to catch up, the massive dog looking back expectantly with his tongue lolling and tail swaying. He found someone! A friend!
As Bertolt adjusts the little tray in his hands, he rounds the corner and stops. Whatever he was going to say doesn't come out - he had a whole little spiel memorized for FCAB and just like that, it was gone.]
A-Ah...
[This couldn't be.
He should run, but his legs wouldn't move either.
Logically, he knows he should run and tell Jean. But at the same time, what if he knew? What then?
Poor Marcel however simply cocks his head and rumbles in confusion, his head whipping between his trainer, the Jenny, and Marco before it finally cocks to the side and causes his ears to flop this way and that. What was going on? Did his trainer break again? This has been happening a lot. Maybe he had a crush on this Jenny?]