[Marco, on the other hand, freaks out for a while before throwing on some oversized grey sweater, a fur-lined hoodie, a pair of purple jeans, and some hiking boots, and heads over to the bar. Still feels weird about not getting carded, and looks around for the dude who looks like he might be Ivar's dad.
Which is weirdly easy to pick out, weirdly. Marco can see the resemblance, and also the stupid-handsome muscly Viking dude has two glasses on his table. Even if he looks way too young to be Ivar's dad, it's definitely Ivar's dad.
Marco walks up, holding his head high, squaring his shoulders, trying to look bigger than he is, which is saying something because he's still just barely above five feet and built like a scarecrow.]
Hey. Uh, Ragnar? [A long pause, and then, like a hasty afterthought.] Sir?
absolutely.
Which is weirdly easy to pick out, weirdly. Marco can see the resemblance, and also the stupid-handsome muscly Viking dude has two glasses on his table. Even if he looks way too young to be Ivar's dad, it's definitely Ivar's dad.
Marco walks up, holding his head high, squaring his shoulders, trying to look bigger than he is, which is saying something because he's still just barely above five feet and built like a scarecrow.]
Hey. Uh, Ragnar? [A long pause, and then, like a hasty afterthought.] Sir?