After Axe's decision was made she stumbled around the streets. Drunk on her own sadness and self-pity. She didn't even bother to make an umbrella for herself anymore. She simply wandered around, barley even looking forward. It was a good while before she was grabbed at the shoulders by a familiar face. Or rather a familiar dart board.<br/><br/>"Penelope? Penelope sweetie, what the heck are you doing out here in this rain? You're soaked to the bone." He says, taking off his jacket and putting it on her.<br/><br/>"Marcus? Oh. Hey I'm just... probably breaking up with Nit soon." She says, looking at the ground.<br/><br/>"The clock? The one you sung to just last night?" The dartboard scoffs. "Anyone who could resist you after hearing you sing like that must be deaf. Probably blind too seeing as you looked incredible." He smiles at the girl who smiles in return. "Let's go to the McDonald's so you can warm up."<br/><br/>Axe nods. "Thank you Marcus."<br/><br/>When they arrive at the restaurant Marcus buys Axe hot chocolate and himself a small coffee. They sit by a window, likely in easy view of any passing clocks. Marcus sups his coffee and Axe just stares into her hot chocolate. "I see you decided to keep your hair long. It's very pretty." This actually got her to look up from her hot chocolate and smile a bit. "Thanks Marky Marc."<br/><br/>He chuckles a bit and smiles a bit wider. "Now, you know I hate that name."<br/><br/>Axe nods. "Yep. I know you do."<br/><br/>Marcus rolls his eyes and leans forward a bit. "So now do you feel like telling old Marcus what happened?"<br/><br/>Axe sighs deeply and procees to tell the dartboard what happened this afternoon in the Victor's household. She was surprisingly unbiased about the situation. She simply told the other what had happened in a play by play.<br/><br/>Marcus nodded and sipped his drink while Axe spoke. He listened intently until the end. "I see... I'm gonna give my honest opinion Axy. I think you might have over reacted. But I also think, by the way he described her that he was trying to make you jealous. Not to mention, this doesn't seem like a new development. I'm sure there's more to the story. All I know is I wouldn't stand for him saying a single bad word about my family." The darts on Marcus' face suddenly rearrange and he looks much more upset. "I also wouldn't let him speak to me the way he does if he was my significant other." He shakes his head. "It might be best that you drop him like a sack of potatoes."