You said, yeah. ( he hasn't forgotten! he's just not entirely convinced on just how much he is going to enjoy the tea. ) But for what it's worth, my jar of coffee claims it has, ( he raises a hand, the corners of his mouth twitching as he makes finger quotes and adds, ) 'Sweet, fruity notes'. ( the jury's out on how true that is — most of the time, it just tastes like a cup of hot, but as far as marc's concerned, that's fine.
but, you know, the krofne could complement that, too, is the implication.
at her question, though, he follows her gaze. the plants are nothing special, nothing compared to the assortment marc had back in new york. where once he — steven more than marc, although there'd been an element of him, too — had collected art, primarily as an easy way to deal with finances, marc no longer has the wealth for it to matter. plants have served as something of a replacement, a distraction, something to focus his attentions on that isn't BEING MOON KNIGHT.
besides, they require less attention than, say, a pet.
here and now, they're the closest he gets to a personal touch. he veers between being intensely, deliberately utilitarian, with little interest in anything that gives an impression of marc spector, and leaning towards ostentatious drama in terms of furnishings and decor, not dissimilar to the overstated white suit-and-moon details. )
Have you been to any of the parks? ( much of the city's greenery is overgrown, more weeds than flowers, but marc isn't especially fussed by the what, and it's hinted at in the way he offers a small lift of a shoulder before speaking. )
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but, you know, the krofne could complement that, too, is the implication.
at her question, though, he follows her gaze. the plants are nothing special, nothing compared to the assortment marc had back in new york. where once he — steven more than marc, although there'd been an element of him, too — had collected art, primarily as an easy way to deal with finances, marc no longer has the wealth for it to matter. plants have served as something of a replacement, a distraction, something to focus his attentions on that isn't BEING MOON KNIGHT.
besides, they require less attention than, say, a pet.
here and now, they're the closest he gets to a personal touch. he veers between being intensely, deliberately utilitarian, with little interest in anything that gives an impression of marc spector, and leaning towards ostentatious drama in terms of furnishings and decor, not dissimilar to the overstated white suit-and-moon details. )
Have you been to any of the parks? ( much of the city's greenery is overgrown, more weeds than flowers, but marc isn't especially fussed by the what, and it's hinted at in the way he offers a small lift of a shoulder before speaking. )