⠀⠀when his assumption that the conversation would die there gets proven wrong , lids pry themselves open again . it’s too bright . ⠀⠀still , cranium unmoving , maroon glances to the side , ﹠ back to the front .

⠀⠀“ twinsies . ” whatever lightheartedness should’ve been there , dissipated , rather . once item’s taken away from him , mark leans back on his seat ﹠ throws his head back — frowning as eyes close again to

⠀⠀“ y’ look like a bullet train ran you over . ” coming from king disaster himself , who’s got a busted eye ﹠ patched jaw . the second red bull of the day , already a quarter gulped down ,

⠀⠀“ nah , i didn’t wanna clean the ground with you . ” mark takes that as invitation to tug leg back ﹠ swipe him off feet into upside down position , blood spilling down on teeth which he