#ask-river-brooke

[thefadedmartyr]

"I know, it's just kind of weird," the redhead chuckled, gazing at the small boy before her, trying not to grin outright. "Hasn't this happened before? Seriously, I'm starting to think that those Magic Anons are only doing this so they can hug you."

"Like I said, you get used to it. Sort of." He offered a careless shrug before sniffling, obviously not over the ailment that he had developed during his absence from the Motor Inn. "Probably, but I don't think that'd be a good idea. Just because I'm less intimidating now doesn't mean my...flaws are any less problematic."

[thefadedmartyr]

"Hey, Mark, what's going- holy shit, man, those Magic Anons got you bad!"

The boy shrugged, not really bothered by the change. "It's happened before, numerous times actually. I'm getting used to it since it's happened repetitively."

[thefadedmartyr]

"Mark," the redhead grumbled with a clear warning laced into her tone, "If you use those pills for ANYTHING other than getting rid of nightmares, I will NOT be pleased. 'Kay? Otherwise I'll be forced to follow you around all day, every day, to make sure you're taking the right amount," she added, narrowing her emerald eyes at him.

Despite the overall exhausted appearance, Mark was still capable of sending a stern glare towards the girl through thick brown bangs with a indifferent scowl. "I'm not stupid, I know how to take prescription medications." He stuffed the bottle into his bag before sliding it back across his back, gripping the handle of the ax in his right hand that was held idly at his side as he turned to walk away. "I didn't come out here to kill myself."