Marcel Mertens

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He nodded his head before returning to the food, getting the sauce ready to pour over the noodles and meatballs

“Bad luck herself. She is a cruel mistress.”

He wrapped his pinky around hers, pressing his forehead against Star's softly

“I promise, Princess.”

“Theres a possibility but that won't happen to me and I can promise that! I swear on it!”

He held his pinky out, smiling

He looked at his hand before setting Star down and going to bandage the wound for a bit while his body heals itself

“Its fine, I'm used to it. I won't die from it, probably.”

He laughed a bit before leaning back, burning his hand on the stove. He didn't wince, just stared at Star

“I am pretty sure.”

“Eh, bad luck charm. You gotta deal with my unlucky shenanigans.”

He laughed softly

“Yeah, I do have talents. Like scooping up princess's! I think that's the best talent I have.”

He picked Star up, laughing

Marcel would take one of her hands and twirl her around before dipping Star, his smile etched onto his tired face

“Sounds like a lovely guy.”

He mumbled before pulling star back into his chest

“your first knight seem great.”

He wrapped his arms around the princess, burying his face into her hair while she spoke. Marcel hasn't really embraced someone for this long in awhile

“Keep talking.”

The male muttered while slow dancing with Star, passing time

As food was cooked, Marcel opened his arms for Star. Just allowing her the moment to chat up close

“Yeah, I understand.”

He hummed a soft tune

He just silently smirked while letting the meatballs cook in a pot, grabbing a bunch of noodles and sauces

“Uh, huh. Sure, Princess.“

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He just chuckled a bit before his cheeks heated up from being called her Knight, it felt nice to have a proper title.

“Yeah, I'll add some tiny spices. So you don't get too burned.”

Marcel teased before pulling her over

“Yeah, we have been apart for some time but now that I am back. I will be the best knight I can be!”

He massaged some spices into meat that was rolled into meatballs, grabbing some mutated spicy peppers

“You want super heat or no? These peppers will make you breathe fire.”

“No Knight huh? Hm, well. I'm not connected to any other princess. So if you are looking for one-!”

Marcel smiled while walking into the kitchen, he grabbed his 'kiss the cook' apron and began rummaging through the fridge.

“Alright!”

“What are you hungry for? I could cook or we could use those scissors of yours and go out somewhere for lunch? Up to you.”

He was making her choose this time and was ok with whatever she chose

“So, who's the knight to you princess? I never asked.”

“Heh, I didn't understand them and what they wanted. Comprehension was not on my mind that day.”

He laughed softly before taking Star up to the kitchen, his head shaking slightly

“It has been about an hour or so, but I haven't eaten yet and I'm famished.”

“Nah, they aren't. They do a lot, surprised I survived my fight with one. But bad luck can't affect me if I'm dead.”

He snickered softly before looking up at Star, holding his hand out to help her down

“Hungry?”

— you'd never know!”

Once the machine beeped, he hopped down and started moving wet clothes to the dryer

“Eldritch beings are beyond mortal comprehension, I've seen one. Once you understand them then you go insane, permanently crazy!”

He laid his head on hers, his hand moving around as he talked.

“Oxygen doesn't matter to those things and they come in many shapes! One could be your friend and—

“Yeah, the space them is unique. A whole family of astrological bodies as first names, it's pretty cool.”

Another chuckle escaped his lips, leaning against Star as the machine rumbled under them

“Space could be fun, as long as I'm not fighting Eldritch horrors. They tend to be quite annoying!”

“Nah, I was born this way. It's my flaw but I love it. I get to be a bad ass with bad luck.”

He chuckled softly before turning his head to look at Star, his lips curled into a big smile

“Don't worry about me too much.“

“It's kinda my thing, I'm anti-luck! I once hunted a low-level monster and turns out, it gained magic! Broke my arm in three places.”

He laughed a bit as they held hands, his eyes on the empty clothes basket

“I also fell down that ladder ten times.”

"You like me too much for your own good. I'm bad luck, remember that, Star.”

He smiled, offering his hand to hold

“Aw, searching for me? You've grown so attached to me it's funny. You are adorable, Star!”

Marcel snickered making room for the princess beside him, patting the new open spot

“You can sit with me.”