The faintest glimmer of the sunlight just peaked through the lush canopy. Trees creaks in the wind as a few decorations moves along with them. On the ground, laughter, popping cans, and conversations downs out the birds calling above. Most members of the Regular Army are there: happily having the time of their lives. One such member, however, choose to hide in the trees slightly above the party goers.

Away from the crowd, Marco helps himself to a few slices of watermelon. The second day of this Jungle Party, and already things are getting interesting. Aside from party games, the androids found an ancient temple nearby. They just left a few minutes ago, with Marco keeping an eye out in case they return. He leans down, and takes another bite. Marco swallows his piece, before speaking.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Marco didn’t have to turn around to see who is behind him. A raspberry sound reaches his ears.

“How’d ya know it was me?” Tarma swings in front of Marco. He grabs slice of watermelon, juggling it before taking a bite.

“I’m your commander, I know everything,” Marco said, unamused. “Now where have you been?”

“I thought you knew everything~?” Tarma replies smugly.

Marco was about to shoot back a retort when a blur suddenly tackles Tarma to the ground. With a grunt, Marco watches Tarma wrestle a man to the ground. However, he’s slowly over powered and was tossed off of him. The man turns, laughing hysterically. Marco only rolls his eyes at the man sitting before him.

“Hey Marco! You’re looking remarkable today!” Derek smirks.

“Hey Derek.”

A low war cry erupts from Tarma as he tackles Derek. Marco only eyes at the two as they horse around the area. Some party goers nonchalantly dodging the pair or avoiding them. They smack against Fio, who recoils and turns to the two men. Marco only raises an eyebrow as Fio chastise them while trying to get out of their way.

Marco looks down at his slice of watermelon. His ears turning out the mayhem that’s taking place. He sighs, and takes a bite. Juices trickling down his chin as he chews slowly. A nice refreshment from this humid environment. Marco makes a mental note to thank Eri for the idea later.

Another shout reaches his ears. Marco turns and sees Derek’s hands around Tarma’s neck. The latter of which is laughing his ass off. Marco turns back around with an annoyed expression.

“Good Grief.”

Yup, just another day.
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Marco Rossi, Tarma Roving, SNK

Derek Aran, Me