[Marco isn't a huge fan of the cold. After almost freezing to death about 20 times in succession in Antarctica before he'd gotten his hands on a polar bear morph, Marco could seriously do without too much time in the snow. Still, it's kind of nice, at night, with the pretty stars and the Northern Lights and all.
So he's pretty bundled up as he goes for a walk down by the beach, wearing an oversized parka over his jeans and winter boots, mittened hands shoved in his pockets, the lower half of his face buried in a huge scarf, with a backpack that contains a couple fluffy blankets in case he wants to settle down. As he passes by, he immediately recognizes Rey, and his face lights up a bit as he wanders over.]
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So he's pretty bundled up as he goes for a walk down by the beach, wearing an oversized parka over his jeans and winter boots, mittened hands shoved in his pockets, the lower half of his face buried in a huge scarf, with a backpack that contains a couple fluffy blankets in case he wants to settle down. As he passes by, he immediately recognizes Rey, and his face lights up a bit as he wanders over.]
Hey, Rey. Pretty wild, huh? The sky?