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Honestly, this was something he should have done a long time ago. Like, the moment he'd been warned about the dangers of Destiny City, time ago. Before he knew it, Marks would have been here for almost a year, and had luckily avoided most of the dangers. However, now that he was part of the Magical Boys Club, he had his doubts that he could keep that streak going. So that's what brought him here. To this dojo.

It wasn't like Marks didn't know a thing or two about fighting, but Nordic folk wrestling wasn't exactly the kind of scrapping he really wanted to get in to on the battle field - especially with enemies that had inherently more lethal weapons and could teleport.

Not that he wanted to scrap at all! But..it was inevitable. At least knowing a thing or two about self-defense could maybe give him a fighting (hah!) chance out there.

So he stepped through that door, full soft sunbeam that he was with his kind face - fair and lightly freckled - and pale ginger hair pulled back into a messy bun with a cascade of sunrise waves, radiating friendly vibes.

Before even entering Marks noticed the cats through the window, so when he entered he lingered at the door for a moment, making sure it closed fully, watching for any would-be dash attempts. then his attention was drawn to a voice greeting him and he looked up with eyes as pale green as any cats.

With a smile, Marks walked towards the desk where the proclaimed owner and teacher leaned.

"Hello, I am Marks and ah, I was hoping to register for classes."

From the short greeting it was hard to tell that he even had much of an accent, but after more talking it would become more apparent - longer vowels, th's substituted with d's, and some words that started with vowels changing or losing them entirely - nd or und instead of and, ts in place of its, and so on. Nothing that would directly point to him being from the Flanders region of Belgium, but definitely just enough to tip anyone off that he definitely wasn't American at least. So it would have been safe, and accurate, to assume that he was fairly new to Destiny City.

Marks smiled softly down at the napping cat on the desk, crouching down slightly to kitty-level, and then looking up at Peter with a genuinely innocent look before asking;

"I can pet?"