“who the hell did this to you?” ((Human!Sevens))
Markus propped himself up to look at the woman who approached him. It was around 3 in the morning, out behind a local bar. He was laying among a pile of trash and boxes from the bar. He had a long cut across his face and one of his eyes was swollen shut. That wasn’t the extent of his injuries, however. His body was covered in dark bruises and lacerations, and it was obvious that his left arm had been broken.
Despite his injuries, Markus managed to sit himself up. “It was a few guys at the bar. They were picking on this android, and well…” he trailed off, a small, defiant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I couldn’t just sit there.”
((human!Markus? why not?))