Closed starter for @maximus-bruin | Olympus Camp
Mark’s not sure where his jacket ended up, but after some particularly rough treatment, the fresh tear in his bodysuit makes him wish the ground would swallow him just to give him some cover. He doesn’t feel as restrained, the nail in the coffin of his terrible design. Shoddy work. His heart feels like a hummingbird’s wing beats in his throat as he reels between bodies in search of a haven- only to stutter at the sight of Maximus in what can only be described as sinful attire. It makes the man fit this party in a way Mark never would have expected. Another brush of air on skin that’s not supposed to be exposed has him pushing forward into Max’s space, brows furrowed. “C-can you help me really quick? I can’t- my s-shirt ripped and I can’t reach it to fix the damn thing. Please. I can’t- there’s too many people...” Max will help him, he’s smart and capable. Reliable. Also incredibly distracting at the moment, but that’s an issue for a Mark without a wardrobe malfunction.