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Mark: "ive never seen you this worried about me" he chuckles a bit, enjoying the attention.
Mark: thinking to himself
Mark: smiles and waves slightly back before nodding his head
*bavarian, not nordic
(im not against you, i hate trolls, they need to stay under their bridges) Mark: stands with the other guards, sticking out with his lack of a...
(im not against it, i remember his trolling from back when ff was somehow in active) Mark: thinks: 'the frauline, now ruler of all rome....'
(agreed) Mark: smiles
Mark: bows with the guard, smiling slightly.
Mark: he opens the door and smiles a bit to Venice though it hurts.
(fair point xD)
(and it should be *are there no stables XD)
Mark: sets out a couple of glasses, one of which being a wine glass, and fills the wine glass with wine and the other with scotch.
Mark: stands up and looks in his mirror, the bruises turning a dark purple.
Mark: pages Venice, the message saying: come over to my place, we need to talk.
Mark: changes into his clothes again, but leaves the hood off. He sits down in his chair.
(i reallydont know what Mark's doing right now)
Mark: gets out and covers himself with a towel.
Mark: reaches his appartment and goes inside. "fuck man.." he starts to feel the pain setting on from his fight. He takes a warm shower, ignoring...
Mark: chuckles a bit and thinks to himself 'no one seems to' he gets in his car and drives off, putting his weapons in the back seat
Mark: " i was one of you once..." he turns and walks to the car with his jaw bruising and a swollen bump forming where Millie had hit him.