Sup~

+13 askblog for Enzo (Eboy Mark) from Unus Annus. RP threads and M!As are allowed!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

🍊[INTRO]🐅

(This Eboy Mark, names Enzo, is a member of the Xenoverse system!)

*The image of a uniquely dressed guy came to life as the video started rolling. The angle hinted that the video was taken from a phone in selfie mode, the guy in question winking at the camera before speaking.*

Sup Tumblr? Happy to have me~?

If ya wanna escape life's troubles and existential crisis, come chill with me to listen to some My Chemical Romance and System Of A Down.

Name: Enzo

Age: 24

Height: 5'10"

Pronouns: He/She/They

Orientation: Genderfluid bisexual

(Minors, we are 19 so please be aware and don't do anything risky, please and thank!)

[ask-e-boy-mark]

YOO!! You listen to my Chemical Romance? You listen to Mother Mother and some more otacore type stuff too?

You bet I do. Those are my faves.

[jackaycola]

(CW: slight flicker)

Edit inspo and audio used by @fruityego (tiktok)

Evan edit. He really is something, anyway. First edit in 2023 and it’s him.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I love this, 100%. Pretty rad!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[blood-falling]

"Well, suit yourself... You're missing out, though." Pitch leaned against the desk. "Back in the day, that man could win practically any game they set forward. It's a marvel."

They glanced over, coyly. "He's never told anyone his he does it, either. I suspect he cheats."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Wait- really?

I don't believe that. There's no way.

*He chuckled as he rose a brow. The expression was almost identical to Mark's.*

[blood-falling]

"Oh, believe me. He once won my... Brother, I believe it was, a huge bear. He still has it."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Are you serious?

Well, I know he cheats a lot though. I learned that from him.

[blood-falling]

"I am dead serious. I'd offer to show you, but we just got here, you know." They tapped their nails against their arm, having folded them.

"Is that so?" They glanced over, shaking their head in mock disapproval.

[askactormark]

Oh- ehehe! Well, I didn't entirely taught him. I guess he also learned from watching.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I certainly did. This is a nice wallet you have by the way, dad.

*Enzo pulled out Mark's wallet from behind his back where he layed, smirking a bit as he waved it a bit.*

[askactormark]

Wh- ENZO!

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but crack up. "You certainly lead by example, my dear."

They hummed softly. "Perhaps you could take a friend to the fair instead?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

A friend? Hm...Honestly I don't know who would I go with. I really haven't met that many people here.

You also have a nice wallet by the way.

*Enzo smirked once more as he also pulled out Pitch's wallet from behind his back, just like with Mark.*

[blood-falling]

"Funny." They rolled their eyes, pulling Enzo's wallet from the inside of their coat.

"Ah... Very cute. Very... Trendy." They dangled it off their finger by the wallet chain.

"You know, I've seen perler bead wallet chains. They look like flowers." They balled up the wallet chain in their hand, releasing it to reveal the aforementioned accessory. "I can't say it suits me, though."

Pitch's wallet started to drip blood, slowly melting into a puddle. They tossed Enzo's own wallet back to him.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He was a little shocked as he witnessed not only his wallet being snatched, but the sudden changes his own wallet and Pitch's went through. He caught his own wallet when it was tossed.*

...Huh.

Well I'll be damned, that was good.

[blood-falling]

Pitch made a show of placing their own wallet back in their pocket, bowing.

"It's been lovely meeting you, Enzo."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Heh, likewise. You're edgy and mysterious. I like that.

*Enzo chuckled before returning the bow with his head.*

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[blood-falling]

"Well, suit yourself... You're missing out, though." Pitch leaned against the desk. "Back in the day, that man could win practically any game they set forward. It's a marvel."

They glanced over, coyly. "He's never told anyone his he does it, either. I suspect he cheats."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Wait- really?

I don't believe that. There's no way.

*He chuckled as he rose a brow. The expression was almost identical to Mark's.*

[blood-falling]

"Oh, believe me. He once won my... Brother, I believe it was, a huge bear. He still has it."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Are you serious?

Well, I know he cheats a lot though. I learned that from him.

[blood-falling]

"I am dead serious. I'd offer to show you, but we just got here, you know." They tapped their nails against their arm, having folded them.

"Is that so?" They glanced over, shaking their head in mock disapproval.

[askactormark]

Oh- ehehe! Well, I didn't entirely taught him. I guess he also learned from watching.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I certainly did. This is a nice wallet you have by the way, dad.

*Enzo pulled out Mark's wallet from behind his back where he layed, smirking a bit as he waved it a bit.*

[askactormark]

Wh- ENZO!

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but crack up. "You certainly lead by example, my dear."

They hummed softly. "Perhaps you could take a friend to the fair instead?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

A friend? Hm...Honestly I don't know who would I go with. I really haven't met that many people here.

You also have a nice wallet by the way.

*Enzo smirked once more as he also pulled out Pitch's wallet from behind his back, just like with Mark.*

[blood-falling]

"Funny." They rolled their eyes, pulling Enzo's wallet from the inside of their coat.

"Ah... Very cute. Very... Trendy." They dangled it off their finger by the wallet chain.

"You know, I've seen perler bead wallet chains. They look like flowers." They balled up the wallet chain in their hand, releasing it to reveal the aforementioned accessory. "I can't say it suits me, though."

Pitch's wallet started to drip blood, slowly melting into a puddle. They tossed Enzo's own wallet back to him.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He was a little shocked as he witnessed not only his wallet being snatched, but the sudden changes his own wallet and Pitch's went through. He caught his own wallet when it was tossed.*

...Huh.

Well I'll be damned, that was good.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[blood-falling]

"Well, suit yourself... You're missing out, though." Pitch leaned against the desk. "Back in the day, that man could win practically any game they set forward. It's a marvel."

They glanced over, coyly. "He's never told anyone his he does it, either. I suspect he cheats."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Wait- really?

I don't believe that. There's no way.

*He chuckled as he rose a brow. The expression was almost identical to Mark's.*

[blood-falling]

"Oh, believe me. He once won my... Brother, I believe it was, a huge bear. He still has it."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Are you serious?

Well, I know he cheats a lot though. I learned that from him.

[blood-falling]

"I am dead serious. I'd offer to show you, but we just got here, you know." They tapped their nails against their arm, having folded them.

"Is that so?" They glanced over, shaking their head in mock disapproval.

[askactormark]

Oh- ehehe! Well, I didn't entirely taught him. I guess he also learned from watching.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I certainly did. This is a nice wallet you have by the way, dad.

*Enzo pulled out Mark's wallet from behind his back where he layed, smirking a bit as he waved it a bit.*

[askactormark]

Wh- ENZO!

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but crack up. "You certainly lead by example, my dear."

They hummed softly. "Perhaps you could take a friend to the fair instead?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

A friend? Hm...Honestly I don't know who would I go with. I really haven't met that many people here.

You also have a nice wallet by the way.

*Enzo smirked once more as he also pulled out Pitch's wallet from behind his back, just like with Mark.*

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[blood-falling]

"Well, suit yourself... You're missing out, though." Pitch leaned against the desk. "Back in the day, that man could win practically any game they set forward. It's a marvel."

They glanced over, coyly. "He's never told anyone his he does it, either. I suspect he cheats."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Wait- really?

I don't believe that. There's no way.

*He chuckled as he rose a brow. The expression was almost identical to Mark's.*

[blood-falling]

"Oh, believe me. He once won my... Brother, I believe it was, a huge bear. He still has it."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Are you serious?

Well, I know he cheats a lot though. I learned that from him.

[blood-falling]

"I am dead serious. I'd offer to show you, but we just got here, you know." They tapped their nails against their arm, having folded them.

"Is that so?" They glanced over, shaking their head in mock disapproval.

[askactormark]

Oh- ehehe! Well, I didn't entirely taught him. I guess he also learned from watching.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I certainly did. This is a nice wallet you have by the way, dad.

*Enzo pulled out Mark's wallet from behind his back where he layed, smirking a bit as he waved it a bit.*

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[blood-falling]

"Well, suit yourself... You're missing out, though." Pitch leaned against the desk. "Back in the day, that man could win practically any game they set forward. It's a marvel."

They glanced over, coyly. "He's never told anyone his he does it, either. I suspect he cheats."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Wait- really?

I don't believe that. There's no way.

*He chuckled as he rose a brow. The expression was almost identical to Mark's.*

[blood-falling]

"Oh, believe me. He once won my... Brother, I believe it was, a huge bear. He still has it."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Are you serious?

Well, I know he cheats a lot though. I learned that from him.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[blood-falling]

"Well, suit yourself... You're missing out, though." Pitch leaned against the desk. "Back in the day, that man could win practically any game they set forward. It's a marvel."

They glanced over, coyly. "He's never told anyone his he does it, either. I suspect he cheats."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Wait- really?

I don't believe that. There's no way.

*He chuckled as he rose a brow. The expression was almost identical to Mark's.*

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[blood-falling]

"Perhaps your father could take you?" They clear their throat, hinting at Mark.

"It could be fun."

[askactormark]

*Mark quickly walked up to them before smiling.*

Of course! There's so much we could do! The wonders and all!

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Me? Going to the fair with my father?

Uh, lame.

*He rolled his eyes and chuckled when Mark had made his comment, looking back at his book as he sketched. That seemed to had hit the actor pretty low.*

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded. "I thought so, myself. I acquired it at a fair. There was a blacksmith's booth."

They were rather pleased to have caught Enzo's attention with this.

"Do you ever go to fairs?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Uh...I used to. I don't go out as much anymore. Besides, with who am I gonna go with, myself? No thanks.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[blood-falling]

"Roses are such a lovely flower. I tend to make them wilt, unfortunately." Pitch hummed.

They reached into their jacket, pulling out a delicate metal rose "Luckily, there's a few I can't."

They offered it to Enzo.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*He looked over once more, his bored look now fading as his eyes widened a bit in fascination. He hesitantly but surely accepted the rose, first looking at Pitch before looking back at the rose as he examined it.*

...Woah.

It's...rather nice.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[blood-falling]

Pitch nodded, glancing back at Mark. They wanted him to take note of this.

"Do you mostly draw animals?"

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Um, no actually. I like drawing plants more. Roses are my favorite.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[blood-falling]

Pitch laughed at the question. "Oh heavens, no. Mark is my Queerplatonic Partner."

They clasped their hands behind their back. "I am simply curious."

[ask-e-boy-mark]

...Ooookay?

Damn, so he's not as detestable as I thought if he found someone.

*He leaned back on the frame of the bed, looking back as his notebook as he sketched again.*

Well uh, yeah I like traditional drawing. I mostly use ink and chalk for my medias.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[blood-falling]

"Oh, very nice. Do you like traditional drawing? Do you have a favourite tool?" They don't encroach on his space, and they speak to him as an equal.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*The sudden questions made Enzo pretty suspicious. He leaned forward from where he was sitting on his bed to look at Mark.*

Dad, is this supposed to be a new therapist?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*

[blood-falling]

Pitch can't help but be amused. Mark used to behave similarly when he was younger.

"... What are you drawing?" They asked, voice quiet.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

*Now this time, Enzo only looked up with his eyes, not amused, before looking back at his sketch as he continued to draw.*

...A tiger.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

Jesus Christ, it's pretty quiet. Too quiet.

@askactormark

@blood-falling

[blood-falling]

Pitch followed behind Mark, stepping out of a hallway closet in the Manor. They gestured for him to lead the way.

[askactormark]

...Ho boy.

*Mark lead the way as he opened a specific door, one that did not match his richly decorated manor. He opened the door and grew a big smile.*

Oh Enzo! You busy?

[ask-e-boy-mark]

jESUS-

*Enzo flinched from his bed as he was sketching on a notebook. His room was messy, and music was being blasted from his speakers on his desk.*

What do you want now.

[blood-falling]

Pitch leaned against the doorway, quiet. They want Mark to speak before they do.

[askactormark]

Oh, well I just- Jesus christ I can't hear my own thoughts with the music.

*Mark snapped his fingers, making the speakers lower in volume.*

That's better. Well, I wanted to check on you. It's been a while.

[ask-e-boy-mark]

I'm good, you can go now.

*Enzo replied with a pretty dry tone, not even looking up from his notebook as he sketched anymore.*