@just.marco; video

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[The video flicks on aimed at the front of a truly glorious mansion. The camera sways back and forth a few times to show the whole front of it while Marco hums a dumb little theme song in the background. After a moment, the camera switches to front-facing mode, and Marco's face is visible. He's grinning broadly, dark eyes bright and very happy.]

Hello Riverview, my name is Marco and this is my crib.

[The camera bobs as the sound of a door opening can be heard in the background, and then Marco switches the view again so a large open-concept living space is visible for a few seconds before he switches the camera to show his face again. He crosses the room to flop down into one of the plush couches and continue smirking a bit at the camera.]

Seriously, though. Not giving the full tour but how did I miss that my sweet mansion totally came through the portal with me? No idea. But I ran into it this morning and I've been with some real estate agent all day figuring out how to get it in my name again. What a pain, right?

[A shrug of his narrow shoulders, and he offers a sardonic smile.]

Anyone else had this happen? Is it on the level?

[A pause and then he laughs a bit.]

This place is totally empty without the maids and Wetherbee.

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I'll see you at say...2 pm? Sound good? I'll bring a pizza.

[Smooth enough. After all, Marco's usually the smooth one, the one who charms the other person. He's really not used to being charmed himself.

One dark brow raises at that long pause, though, and he lets out a soft laugh when Ivar accepts and then backpedals a little.]

Yeah, of course I'm sure. I mean, this place is huge and empty, no reason to leave you and Winter in communal housing.

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Sounds like a plan.

[....is this a date? Ivar's just out of touch enough with his emotions not to be sure, but he's also not going to embarrass himself by having to clarify and ask. What if it's not? Then he's going to be supremely disappointed.

Ivar lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

Good. I'll move in as soon-- [He glances at the assorted things surrounding the area generally claimed as his own. Besides the usual things one might find, he's also got more eclectic belongings like Pokeballs, a grinding stone to sharpen his weapons, and a honest-to-gods spear.] --as I can gather everything up.

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[Honestly Marco's not sure either. He has less than zero idea of how Vikings go about dating, and the idea of dating a guy is still a little foreign to him - the two thoughts aren't quite connected, dating and guys. He knows he likes to spend time with Ivar and he knows he thinks Ivar's beyond cute, but connecting the two into the idea of a date?

Well, he's getting there.]

Awesome. Looks like we're gonna have to save up for an armory, because somehow that slipped my mind when I designed this place. Seriously though, I'm looking forward to it.

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No armory? Where am I going to put all my knives in the meantime?

[He's not even joking. For someone who only has two hands, he has an inordinate amount of sharp objects to call upon at any given time. He's now just trying to process the fact that not only is he going to have his own room again, he's going to be living in what was basically a giant castle with Marco. And he has a date with him. (Maybe). This has been a very good day.]

So where is this mansion located?

[He'll have to start bringing over all his stuff soon.]

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I'm pretty sure we can convert one of the walk-in closets, you know. Temporarily.

[Marco says it with a slightly teasing expression, but he's also a little bit serious, just like Ivar. The look on Ivar's face is...well, it's really cute, actually. Maybe this is actually a date...]

Just outside the city center, near a park. I'll text you the address.

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Very good. It's only a few axes, a sword, a spear, and...[He pauses, trying to count up his knives, and gives up after he gets to eight.] ...lots and lots of knives.

[Ivar's going to need to ask someone he trusts if this is considered a date. He thinks it does, but he's not willing to risk being the fool by not knowing.]

I hope you have proper fortifications to protect it. Something that big is bound to attract attention, you know.

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[Marco can't help the smirk at that comment.]

And hey, if I make you a whole walk-in closet for your armory, there's nothing to say you can't like. Stock it up. Right?

[His brows raise at that, though.]

Fortifications? I mean, it has a state-of-the-art security system. I'm a paranoid man, Ivar.

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You can never have too many knives.

[Someone should print that out and put it on a T-shirt for Ivar.]

I'm just saying I can't be the only one whose going to look at it and wonder how long it would take to pillage it.