#ask-stardust-crew

“Hm?” Pausing from his drink for a moment he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. Closing his eyes he senses Marco approaching–quickly. His aura wasn’t happy at all. Pops hums and looks at you.

“Very well. Come, quickly.” He holds up his cape, letting you scramble under before lowering it over you. A few moments later Marco stormed on deck, death in his eyes. Their eyes met and for a second he thought about selling you out to avoid the inevitable blow-up.

“Hello, son. What is wrong?” He cleared his throat and asked. Marco’s eye twitched before he sighed heavily.

“Sora blew up the fucking lab. I swear to GOD if it isn’t Curiel it’s her or Klein! And if I have to recalculate my divisions income to fix the damn lab AGAIN I WILL–” “Now now, son.” Pop’s cuts him off before he can rip his already sparse hair out.

“I’ll talk to her when I see her. Damage report?”  Marco sighs and rubs his forehead. “Not exactly too bad, but it’s going to take the next week to fix.”

Pops nods and Marco went on his way, murder in his eyes and family avoiding him, some holding their hands up in defense. After he left Pops carefully lifts his cape and looks at you. He chuckles and lifts you up to his eye level.