C SUPPORT
As soon as Makalov saw Marcia pushing through the crowd with a furious look on her face, he should have known that he was screwed, but instead of finding a good place to hide he just faced her, with his usual idiotic smile on his face.
- Makalov!-, she called him.
Oh no. She was really angry, he could tell from her voice.
- Hi, Marcia-, he replied, trying his best to hide how nervous he actually was.
He knew it from experience: whenever his sister was mad, it was bad, really bad, especially if he was the cause of her angry mood.
- Is there something I can do for you?-, he also added.
- What were you exactly doing yesterday?-, she questioned, expecting a clear answer.
Damn. It was even worse than he had imagined.
- Nothing interesting-, he replied, as vague as always.
He really wanted to tell her he had things to do but he couldn't even open his mouth to speak again that Marcia interrupted him.
- Don't lie to me! I saw you-, she exclaimed, knowing already what Makalov was trying to do.
- Are you sure it was me? You must have mistaken me for somebody else-, he said, trying to buy some time to think about a way to escape from that discussion.
- I recognized your stupid hair-, she replied.
Hearing that Makalov's hand instinctively went through his hair; hers wasn't so different from his, but he knew better than to say it out loud: it would have made her even more furious, and he didn't want nor need that.
He remained silent for a while, attempting to find some excuses to tell her but, at that point, there wasn't much he could have done; she wasn't probably going to believe him anyway.
Marcia remained where she was and it was clear that she wouldn't have left until she got what she was there for: an explanation.
- Well… they were just… old acquaintances of mine-, he replied.
He hadn't told her everything – for example, that they were also his creditors- but at least what he had said wasn't completely a lie.
- We were just hanging out-, he also added to make things more credible.
- You know, with the war and everything we hadn't seen each other for a long time…-.
That was also true.
He had believed that they had finally left him for dead, but unfortunately they had found him, but he would have been much happier if they hadn't.
- Whatever-, Marcia cut him off, and Makalov wasn't really sure if she believed him or not.
- I don't want to see them around the camp anymore or I'll have to talk with Ike-, she menaced.
Makalov got paler.
They probably weren't going to stop stalking him until he got their money – which he didn't have at the moment- and they certainly wouldn't have taken kindly if he told them to leave him alone but, if she really told the commander about it, it would have been bad too.
He couldn't decide which scenario was worse for him.
- S-sure thing-, he said, smiling despite the fact that he was starting to panic.
Marcia sighed.
- Just… please, try to act like a responsible person just for once-, she said before, finally, leaving him alone.
Makalov sighed too.
He had gotten caught up into a horrible situation and now he had to think quickly of something to get out of it, or else it was over for him.
Author's note: so, I've always wanted to write a support between two characters, but since I've never got the right idea I've never done it, unless until someone requested me to do one.
I must say, I've always been perplexed by the fact that Makalov and Marcia didn't have a support despite being siblings; I think it would have added a lot to their characters, and that's also why I'm trying to make this support less comical than how it would have probably been if the devs had actually done it. I hope you don't mind! -Feeldespair