#and marco is a pretty chill person so pico isnt gonna have luck with him unless he does smth insane/silly

[deliveringspookzandtreatz]

He put his hands in his jacket pockets, just listening to the guy listing things that he dealt with. To be honest, Marco isn't even that surprised that someone else who wasn't even in his town was dealing with weird shit. He let out a light chuckle as he kicked some dirt

"Aliens and space robots.. huh.. Well, that's something you dont get to hear everyday."

He smiled a bit since it did sorta comforted him though

"Yeah, it's nice knowing you're not the only one dealing with weird stuff.."

He shrugged again

"Eh, I just been taught to see positives in most things. Whatever you're doing is probably way more interesting than this whole mailman shit"

"Also, by the way.. Do you need a match? I got a pack of matches in my truck if you need one. I don't really need them anyways"

Marco, i swear to god stop being this nice to strangers. Do you know who you are talking to you dummy

Half-listening to what the other had to say, Pico cocked a brow as he caught mention of monsters, almost believing he’d misheard for a moment. Sure, Philly had its share of fucked up residents, who almost all happened to be out for his blood specifically, but to hear the weirdness reached further than that surprised him a little. Ah well, at least he wasn’t being too big of an ass, since the guy agreed with him.

“ Yeah, huh…Dealt with some weird crap myself, aliens and space robots n’ genetically engineered superkids, n’ some other shit I can’t remember right now. Good t’ know I’m not the only one dealin’ with whack shit, heh. ”

He found some amusement in it all, it seemed, with the snicker that left him. Shaking his head, he leant back against the wall, fumbling with the pack of cigarettes he retrieved from his pocket.

“ Least ya find some good in it, I guess. ”