Scarf: Mark borrowing/stealing clothes from Chase.
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Music was playing in the background as the therapist was still tucked away into the comforts of his gunmetal grey Audi A3. As he left the office prior to this point, he had been debating on whether or not he wanted to head out to a bar to drink or if he wanted to just be in the privacy of his own apartment - away from the watchful eyes of society. Privacy won. However, the instant he arrived home, he began to question if perhaps he should just toss all reserve aside and venture out and enjoy the rest of his evening in the sweet embrace of liquor. Chase’s resolve ends up with him exiting his vehicle and making his way towards his abode. Perhaps he should change out of his work clothes first and into something more comfortable if he wants to take a stroll of the town. Just as he enters his living quarters, the first thing he notices are his clothes strewn all across the carpet floor. Eyes narrow and his fight or flight senses kick in. Either someone had broken into his house or there was someone he knew here. Judging by how his lock wasn’t picked and his windows weren’t shattered, it meant someone he knew was present with him in his apartment. Carefully making his way towards his bedchambers, he notices a familiar looking figure rummaging through his drawers and closet space. ❝ Oy! Mark Tuan! If you wanted to borrow clothes, you could have just said something. Didn’t have to break into my apartment to steal my clothes. ❞ By now, he was leaning against his door frame with arms crossed loosely over his chest. On his face a crooked grin. Maybe he wouldn’t have to spend his entire evening in solitude and privacy after all.
