The little angel of death in human form looked up at the Doctor curiously, the cup of hot chocolate in his own hands looking big compared to his hands. He was as small as a child, but it was obvious by his eyes that he was much much MUCH older then that.
Maybe even older the the Doctor himself? No one knew that other then Marco himself.
"You are very sparingly clothed for such a cold night, sir" He said kindly, his cup filled with not only hot chocolate, but also big amounts of marshmallows and cream.
Snow was gathering in his heavy blonde curls, and his brown one brown and one blue eye looked up at the Doctor. "You should at least get a hat and gloves".
He looked the man in the eyes, and being who he was, he saw the numerous times he had died, and the ways he was going to die. But not being a human, meant that collecting his soul, was not Marco's job.
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Maybe even older the the Doctor himself? No one knew that other then Marco himself.
"You are very sparingly clothed for such a cold night, sir" He said kindly, his cup filled with not only hot chocolate, but also big amounts of marshmallows and cream.
Snow was gathering in his heavy blonde curls, and his brown one brown and one blue eye looked up at the Doctor. "You should at least get a hat and gloves".
He looked the man in the eyes, and being who he was, he saw the numerous times he had died, and the ways he was going to die. But not being a human, meant that collecting his soul, was not Marco's job.