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Glossaryck and Marco formed the end of the line, but before they could leave the room, Glossaryck called out to Marco, "Wait a moment." Marco turned, leaving the four girls to go on ahead. "What is it, Glossaryck?" - " I noticed you took something from Star's closet. I hope you disposed of it?", Glossaryck replied. Marco turned and started heading out once again. "Yeah, don't worry. I put it back into the closet." Glossaryck released a relieved sigh, but gave Marco a worried look as he hesitated, held mid-step and placed his hand against the pocket of his hoodie. "No. Wait, it's...here in my pocket..." Marco's voice trailed off and his hand slipped into the pocket and pulled back, his fist opening to reveal a sickly green finger stump.
Marco chuckled a little at the strangeness of this as he looked at the finger from all directions. "Isn't that odd?", he pondered, his brow furrowing a little. "After all, why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?" His ramblings were interrupted by Glossarycks voice: "I think you should put it back where you found it. Is that so hard?" Marco's eyes darted around the room for a moment, before staying focused on Glossaryck. "What? No!", he exclaimed confidently, before averting his eyes with a clinched fist and adding much more quietly "and yes..." Marco swallowed, his gaze fixing on the finger his his and once again. "Now that it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it.", he started rambling, his voice increasingly more agitated, "It's mine. I found it! IT CAME TO ME!" Glossaryck floated down towards Marco and put his hand on Marco's shoulder, a worried expression on his face. "Marco, there's no need to get angry." Marco's head snapped around, his hand lashing out against like chasing off an annoying fly. "Well, if I'm angry, it's YOUR fault!", he shouted at the retreating Glossaryck.
He squinted his eyes, his hand closing once more around the cut appendage. "It's mine..."
