i can picture it. full body maroon track suit with a white stripe going up the sides. also, sweatbands. i can just picture it.
Marcurio comes shambling up to the gang and asks if he can help with anything that’s “goin’ on”. Current song on portable music device: Young Turks by Rod Stewart. He’s been jogging since the crack of dawn and has so far made it all the way to Belethor’s
market convenience store for his breakfast: a can of (diet) Frabbi Cola and a crumola bar, packed with delicious sultanas, oats, crum and variegated nuts.
Too consumed with his current task (plant ranching, which everyone else just calls “gardening”) to really give the question any thoughtful thought, Johnny instead scratches his head at the concept of an entire track suit made out of terrycloth, then shakes his head and kindly informs him that if they need anything to be absorbed, he’d be sure to let him know right away.
I’m just saying, if anyone in the Plaid Gang were to wear a jogging suit, it would be Marcurio.
ETA: I take this back. Calcelmo or Erandur totally would.
I guess this means I’m going to have to stop posting all of that nonstop smut that you’re so used to seeing here at the Disco Kitchen.