random_cantina | Being bullied? dang (Reply)

"Marco?" called a timid young boy walking around arms out infront of him, his eyes blind folded "Marco?" he tried again. He was starting to worry he'd not heard a polo in sometime. The boy he'd been playing with, a nice boy by the name of Scottie had said this would be a fun game. He'd yet to decide how this was fun. He was scared, blinded by the blindfold, and had no idea where his new friend was. "Marco?" he tried again. Unaware Scottie was soundly asleep in a room at the lunatic cafe having lost the boy in the cantina. "Marco?" he said lip trembling. "Mar.....mar....Marco?"