[h3][color=#90adb1]Marcus Bradley[/color][/h3] [sup]Location: Bedroom // Vending Machine - Interaction: [@AnnieTimeNow][/sup][hr]

[color=mediumpurple]"Anything good in here?"[/color]

Marcus was wholly intent on ignoring the presence of the other person until they asked that. Rather mechanically, he turned his head toward her and stared-- looked to the vending machine-- looked back to her-- squinted heavily. What kind of dumb question was that? See, Marcus hadn't met many blind people in his life, but he had this one aut with glaucoma that had trouble seeing things. Now, this Aunt wore super thick glasses to compensate for her bad vision and Marcus didn't see this person wearing glasses of any sort, so she couldn't have been blind. How was he supposed to know if anything in the machine would qualify as 'good' for her or not? How the hell-- Marcus frowned heavily then shrugged. For good measure, he rolled his eyes at her, then moved toward the machine's number pad, despite her apparent need to press her face nearly into the glass. He wanted to tell her to figure it out herself but, well, that would have prolonged the interaction between them. 

He certainly didn't tell her to move out of the way, but his rather bullheaded desire to start ordering snacks implied it quite a lot. Punching a few numbers on the machine, Marcus ordered a small feast from the vending machine-- cheese-its, sour cream and onion potato chips, Twizzlers, and a packet of chips ahoy cookies. The haste with which he selected the items was fueled by his need to, you know, not be around whoever this was anymore. Inwardly he scolded himself for his grumpiness, but also blamed his lack of proper sleep for it. Then again, perhaps being grumpy was the key to killing off any further interaction with him-- hopefully forever. Marcus picked up the last of his snacks, then stared toward the bedrooms. Now that he knew he had access to a private area, why would he stay out here with the others? Then again... he stood there long enough to witness the food being prepared and felt a little-- nope. He shook his head at it, then turned to take a seat near where he'd sat the night before. 

Marcus then admitted he was out of sorts-- staring about, not actually moving, it was probably weird to watch.