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For the first three months after Marco moves in Thatch sends packages of insanely expensive foods via personal messenger. Poor Jred, this probably wasn't what he pictured when he got that internship at WB Inc.
Marco isn't stupid and recognizes an attempt at an apology when he sees one. He knows how this will go too, because this is how it always goes when one of his siblings does something that even they believe was a little over the line. Apparently getting Marco kicked out of the house counts as a step over that metaphorical line. What will happen is that he'll continue to get these packages until Marco finally gets tired of it all and confronts Thatch, and they talk around the topic until Marco gives in and tells Thatch to knock off the pity baking and Thatch will get to walk away feeling like he made amends without actually having to apologizes verbally.
Marco has really stupid brothers.
On the bright side, the care packages have greatly endeared him to his new roommates, who eat more then a whole barn and every animal in it. Luckily, having grown up surrounded by a stupid number of stupid brothers, he is used to his food disappearing without warning and knows how to defend what he actually wants to keep. He doesn't even have to lick them, like he had to when he was young – not that that would have stopped Ace, maybe Sabo on the right kind of day, but definitely not Ace.
Speaking of his roommates – they fallowed him from the door and into the kitchen like puppies who know they're about to be fed. He can't blame them, Thatch is just that good a chief.
“He made your favorites Sabo yoi,” The blond lets out a loud, drawled out 'yes' while his boyfriend slumped in disappointment. Ace hates red bean, but Marco isn't convinced Sabo would eat anything else if he could.
As soon as he places the box on the table he takes three steps back, knowing that he'll only get caught in the middle of this feeding frenzy. He'd rather not lose a finger, and he's already had a few close calls.
Sabo was going strong and Ace was picking through what was left, when there was a loud banging at the door.
“Open up you shitty brats!”
Sabo chokes on his treat and Ace chokes on air and both of them take a flying leap for the nearest window. That being the small sliver of a thing that wouldn't fit one of them, let alone both at once. There's several muffled swears and declarations that Marco would forever refused to admit to hearing, and then their front door is being kicked in and Marco thinks he may need to call the police for real this time.
“You can't hide from the fist of love you brats!”