It's with a mixed expression Marco regards the sake at first. Japan's favorite, his father's favorite... Good memories for both, but bittersweet with the pangs of missing them. And saving it for Japan seemed superfluous now. Sure, Japan still might come back, but Yuffie mentioned preferring it as well, and there were likely others. Still, Marco's not one to show how much he's hurting to anyone, not even his brothers or Pops because then they'd just needlessly worry, and with Tatsumi...
He grins up at the werepire, looking for all the world just fond, maybe a little cautiously deadpan, but for Marco, that was 100% normal. He was truly that way with everyone. "Hey thanks man, you're a lifesaver." He gets up to go glance over the box and start putting bottles away someplace easy to reach and fetch for interested parties. One advantage to the tiny city was that whatever people had for a preference he could just write down and try to find and save it for them.
"Must have been a pain with all the flooding, thanks for the hard work, eh?" He's tempted to give Tatsumi a pet on the head and say something condescending like good dog! as a joke, but Marco just figures Tatsumi would see right through it so it wasn't worth the bother just then.
"You know, I forget what. What did you say your favorite drink was? Not counting blood." An idle curiosity as Marco wondered if he even could keep blood on tap. Nah, better to leave that to the hospital.
We'll burn this roof off, this party's going off
He grins up at the werepire, looking for all the world just fond, maybe a little cautiously deadpan, but for Marco, that was 100% normal. He was truly that way with everyone. "Hey thanks man, you're a lifesaver." He gets up to go glance over the box and start putting bottles away someplace easy to reach and fetch for interested parties. One advantage to the tiny city was that whatever people had for a preference he could just write down and try to find and save it for them.
"Must have been a pain with all the flooding, thanks for the hard work, eh?" He's tempted to give Tatsumi a pet on the head and say something condescending like good dog! as a joke, but Marco just figures Tatsumi would see right through it so it wasn't worth the bother just then.
"You know, I forget what. What did you say your favorite drink was? Not counting blood." An idle curiosity as Marco wondered if he even could keep blood on tap. Nah, better to leave that to the hospital.