Still frozen up at this point, Marcel didn't even realize the towel thrown at him at first, landing right on his head. All he could think of was what was Collan going to think when he saw all of this!? The hybrid somehow managed to turn a simple ship painting into a disaster, and miraculously, the ship owner wasn't aware of it, or at least he didn't seem he was...
After blinking a few times, Marcel finally realized the towel on him, and held it into his hand. "A-ah, thanks a lot." he said before began to clean the fridge. He sighed in relief once he finished, the fridge appearing spotless. "Collan, where else do you need painted?" he asked, completely forgetting about the other messes he made during his desperate attempt to clean the fridge....
Collan simply nodded when Marcel thanked him, "Well the only other room that needs to be painted is the bedroom, so there's that." Answering his question, he closed his eyes and whistled his way to the kitchen, wanting to get himself something to drink. He sat down on a stool, chugging down some He-tap.
It always weirded Collan out how small soda cans were, but how much they contained was surprising. But, that was a mystery for another day. Marcel Law
"Right." Marcel nodded before stepping out of the kitchen, making his way to the bedroom. He surprisingly didn't notice Collan stepping in to the kitchen who SURPRISINGLY didn't notice the mess left behind by the clumsy hybrid. Were the gods shining down on the black haired man on this day!? Or were they trying to set him up for something FAR worse.....? Well, this time Marcel wasn't going to let another slip up get the best of him. He was going to go into the bedroom, and paint the ever living hell out of it! With no mistakes....But there was one thing however.
"Wait...Where exactly is the bedroom?"
The hybrid questioned as he was already half way into some hallway. He looked back as he began to ponder whether if he should go back, and ask the white haired guy for directions, but instead, he went with his gut, and continued down the hall. At this point, he assumed that this ship, and all ships for that matter were built just like Shemha's on the inside, so he thought he'd be able to find it, boy was he wrong! Thinking about it now, he hasn't actually been to Shemha's bedroom....His eyes then swayed to the side as he thought about how lewd that could've sounded to others. Geez, maybe he is a pervert on the inside.
It was official, Marcel was lost. He stopped before looking around at the doors on each side of the hall. The hybrid then leaned up against one of the, crossing his arms as he thought about where to turn to next, or maybe actually going back, and ask Collan for directions. As he put a little bit more pressure against the door, he accidentally caused it to open, resulting in him falling back first onto the ground. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly sat up. "Note to self, never lean up against doors." he mumbled to himself before turning around, to see a bed. This must be it! This must be the bedroom!
Marcel hoped that he wouldn't find anything 'questionable' while he was in here as he stood up, and began to inspect the walls, and ceiling. There was just one thing though.
Collan just continued to chug it down until he finished it and chucked it to a trash can. He licked what was left off his lips and stood up stretching. That's when he looked down and saw that Marcel had left his paint cans. He then immediately heard Marcel and grabbed his paint cans.
If it wasn't easy enough for Collan to find him just because he had already gotten used to the ship, he could also sense Marcel's energy which helped. As soon as he came in, he dropped the cans next to Marcel. But before Collan began working, he walked over to a Saiyan chest plate hanging on a wall next to his bed.
He gave that armor a good rub and smiled. "Alright, this is the last room. So it's not much longer." Marcel Law
Marcel flinched a bit as he heard the paint cans drop to the ground beside him. The hybrid was too caught up with exploring the room that he wasn't pay much attention to Collan's ki. Law quickly turned around to the white haired male then looked down at the cans. It then finally hit him that he forgot the damn things back there! But that was the least of the black haired hybrid's worries. If Collan managed to bring the paint cans....then wouldn't that mean he was in the kitchen...the kitchen that Marcel just remembered he didn''t completely clean.....only cleaning the fridge when he made a much bigger mess than just that....?
"Th-thanks..." Marcel glanced away as he picked up a can, expecting to get scowled at only for the ship owner to walk over to his armor, rubbing it some before claiming this to be the last spot. Marcel looked over to him, blinking a few times. Did he not see the mess he made....again!? No, no, he could just be playing the poor demonic hybrid, or maybe he was nice enough to not bring it up? Law tried to not think too much on it, and proceeded to dip the brush into the can, and begin painting on the wall close by the armor, keeping his mouth shut about things just in case.
Just as a precaution, Collan had taken the armor off the wall and placed it in the hall way. He wouldn't want any paint to get on the armor of his grandfather. In fact the reason he had it here was because of how awesome his mother used to tell him he was. But you know...he's dead. None the less though. The hero in training would walk back into the room and start his share of painting the room. Marcel Law
As Marcel continued to paint the wall, he watched as Collan took off that armor display, and placed it in the halls, probably a wise choice given what happened to the kitchen....Though, the hybrid did begin to grow curious of it. The armor appeared familiar to him somehow, but also different. "That armor....I don't mean to pry, but is it yours? It doesn't really seem like anything earthly if you understand what I'm saying." Marcel asked, turning his attention back to the wall as he continued to paint.
"Oh, the armor?" He responded "It's my grand father's. In fact, the reason my mother came to Earth at first was to find it. But you know...she found something else as well...the reason she stayed." He continued along, trying to make his progress as quick as possible. For some reason he felt...uncomfortable talking about his grand father.
Collan didn't really know him, but he felt like he shouldn't go on about him for some reason. It made Collan's muscles tense up. So, he simply had decided to shut up.
"Came to Earth?" Marcel repeated with a slight tilt to the head, turning back around towards the man. Was his mother not human? Was he not human? There was something peculiar about Collan's aura when he sensed it earlier. Something different than human, but familiar, feeling....Saiyan. He also heard the man's change in tone, and how stiff he gotten after speaking about his grandfather. Perhaps it was a touchy subject? He decided to refrain from continuing on about him, but now he had another question he just had to ask.
"Your mother....does she happen to be Saiyan?" he asked, just about finishing up the wall he was painting in the process.
"How did you guess?" He said in a sarcastic tone, finishing up his end of the room. "But in all seriousness, my mother is indeed a Saiyan." Collan went out and grabbed the armor, putting back on the wall. He smiled, turning to Marcel. "This is pretty nice, glad you helped." Where Collan then held out a hand, prompting a hand shake.Marcel Law Glad you chose to come back dude.
"Well...I...." Marcel wasn't sure how to answer Collan's sarcastic question until he finished talking saying that his mother was in fact Saiyan. Marcel nodded a bit with a small smile on his face as he spoke, saying, "My mother's also Saiyan." At this point, Marcel wasn't really reluctant on telling people he was part Saiyan despite the rep Saiyans stll get from time to time due to the whole SSE invasion thing. However, he rarely spoke of his demon half as he was truly ashamed of that part of him.
The hybrid stepped back some as he admired the newly painted wall, his eyes shifting towards the armor as Collan placed it back, and complimented the man. Marcel nodded as he returned the handshake. "I'm the one who's grateful. You have an amazing ship, and I am glad to have seen its interior." he smiled a bit. "If you ever need anymore help with your ship, don't hesitate to ask me." he offered.....
Totally forgetting about the mess left behind in the kitchen.....
"Alright then, I'll be seeing you." Whether or not Marcel leaves the ship, Collan would walk to the kitchen and reach into the freezer to grab something. But before he does, he notices pain on the fridge. He'd simply sigh and shrug it off. It was fine, it was something Collan could easily fix. Besides, despite the feeling Collan had at first, Marcel didn't seem like a bad guy at all.
So, Collan simply decided to get some well deserved rest for once. Heading back to the bed room and heading to sleep. Marcel Law Welp, this was a fun thread. Can't wait to see the future endeavors of these two.
Marcel nodded before he made his way off of the ship. He didn't expect any of this to happen today, but in the end was glad it did. He managed to make yet another new friend who was a half Saiyan just like himself, and got to see yet another AWESOME space....ship. Before the hybrid completely left the view of the ship, he quickly turned around, eyes widened as he realized that the freaking kitchen was still probably a disaster....or at least he thought it was....
He stood there thinking for a few seconds while the expression on his face locked into a more shocked one. He would then shake his head with a small sheepish smile on his face. Perhaps Collan would be forgiving of the mess? Not trying to think of it any longer, Law turned around, and proceeded on his merry way.