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[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Luna looks down at her feet. The answer was no, she wasn’t. She was supposed to stay in her room all the time. But that was so so boring! Mark wouldnt know if she said a small fib, would he?]

“Um…yes! I work here, mhm. I’m im…in…intortant to the doctors, yup.”

[….intortant was the word she wanted to use, right?]

[Mark has to fight a laugh as she makes her claim]

"Oh, really? Very important, aren't you?"

[Mark says "important" lightly, not to tease but to help her with the word. He straightens up a little bit]

"Well, hospital worker Luna, would you want to walk with me a little?"

[Ohhh, important! Thats the word. Whatever, intortant sounds way better because it’s a Luna Word and Luna Words are the best. She nods enthusiastically at the mention of walking with Mark.]

“Mhm mhm! I’m sure the big people won’t mind if I take a little bitty break. Besides, I work reeeeaaally heard all the time. 26/7.”

[Luna is very interested in keeping this little make believe thing going.]

"Wow, 26/7? Must be awful busy. What would they ever do without you?"

[Mark likes this already. The no-pressure conversation that he can react off of. It doesn't feel forced, like the occasional phonecall with Amy or the slightly-too-invasive talks with anons. He lets Luna lead and falls into an walk/stagger pace with her]

"Where are we walkin' to, miss?"

“Ummm, around! And I can show you my super secret office.”

[Luna has no idea where she’s gonna take Mark, she’s just happy to have a friend. He reminded her of her dad before he started being mean.]

[Mark continues to let her guide him. When they wind up in the mindfulness gardens on the first floor, he can't complain at the view of the trees and cleanly kept bushes. He does feel it in his arms, however. The crutches are better than the ones under the armpit, but his forearms have started to get a bit sore.]

"Hey Luna, I gotta sit down for a minute. Is that okay with you?"

[Mark asks, already feeling bad for cutting their walk time down]

“That’s okay, I can look for bugs while you sit.”

[Luna looks in the bushes for bugs, which kinda backfires once she gets startled by a spider.]

“I like bugs, just not the spidery kind. Do you like bugs? I like bugs. My mama used to call me bug.”

[Luna continues looking, accidentally stepping on a ladybug in her excitement.]

“Mark..oh no…”

[Mark slowly sinks to sitting on a bench, putting his crutches to the side of him. He keeps an eye on Luna as she digs through shrubbery. She asks him if he likes bugs. He thinks about it. He doesn't really know anything about bugs. He did kill some in the house he remembers. But he doesn't know anything beyond that to have an opinion on them]

"Bugs are cool. I think. Though-"

[Mark starts, but observes how her face changes suddenly. He hadn't been paying attention to what she had been doing with her feet.]

"What's wrong Luna?"

[Luna turns to look at Mark with big, wet eyes and a pout on her face. She lifts her foot up to show the ladybug remains on her shoe.]

“I smushed it..! It-it probably had a mama an’ a dad an’ I smushed the buggy!]

[Oh, she's upset. Mark swallows before he responds]

"Hey it's- it's okay. The ladybug can be in a better place now. With its grandmas and grandpas and aunts and uncles.... where they can eat all the leaves they want. How does that sound?"

[Luna sniffles, wiping her face with her grubby fist.]

“Y-yeah. Lots n’ lots of leaves. Where they-” [Luna is interrupted by a yawn.] “-they never get hungry and have lots of friends like butterflies an’ bees. Except the bees don’t sting.”

#genlosers do rp #marketplier #you and me and you

"All... friends." Mark agrees. When Luna yawns, he realizes how late it is. If it were just him, he'd be out until someone had him come in. But with a kid? No, that wouldn't be good.

"Alright kiddo. I think it might be time to go back inside." A small suggestion. He's unsure how much persuasion it'll take to convince this child.

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Luna looks down at her feet. The answer was no, she wasn’t. She was supposed to stay in her room all the time. But that was so so boring! Mark wouldnt know if she said a small fib, would he?]

“Um…yes! I work here, mhm. I’m im…in…intortant to the doctors, yup.”

[….intortant was the word she wanted to use, right?]

[Mark has to fight a laugh as she makes her claim]

"Oh, really? Very important, aren't you?"

[Mark says "important" lightly, not to tease but to help her with the word. He straightens up a little bit]

"Well, hospital worker Luna, would you want to walk with me a little?"

[Ohhh, important! Thats the word. Whatever, intortant sounds way better because it’s a Luna Word and Luna Words are the best. She nods enthusiastically at the mention of walking with Mark.]

“Mhm mhm! I’m sure the big people won’t mind if I take a little bitty break. Besides, I work reeeeaaally heard all the time. 26/7.”

[Luna is very interested in keeping this little make believe thing going.]

"Wow, 26/7? Must be awful busy. What would they ever do without you?"

[Mark likes this already. The no-pressure conversation that he can react off of. It doesn't feel forced, like the occasional phonecall with Amy or the slightly-too-invasive talks with anons. He lets Luna lead and falls into an walk/stagger pace with her]

"Where are we walkin' to, miss?"

“Ummm, around! And I can show you my super secret office.”

[Luna has no idea where she’s gonna take Mark, she’s just happy to have a friend. He reminded her of her dad before he started being mean.]

[Mark continues to let her guide him. When they wind up in the mindfulness gardens on the first floor, he can't complain at the view of the trees and cleanly kept bushes. He does feel it in his arms, however. The crutches are better than the ones under the armpit, but his forearms have started to get a bit sore.]

"Hey Luna, I gotta sit down for a minute. Is that okay with you?"

[Mark asks, already feeling bad for cutting their walk time down]

“That’s okay, I can look for bugs while you sit.”

[Luna looks in the bushes for bugs, which kinda backfires once she gets startled by a spider.]

“I like bugs, just not the spidery kind. Do you like bugs? I like bugs. My mama used to call me bug.”

[Luna continues looking, accidentally stepping on a ladybug in her excitement.]

“Mark..oh no…”

[Mark slowly sinks to sitting on a bench, putting his crutches to the side of him. He keeps an eye on Luna as she digs through shrubbery. She asks him if he likes bugs. He thinks about it. He doesn't really know anything about bugs. He did kill some in the house he remembers. But he doesn't know anything beyond that to have an opinion on them]

"Bugs are cool. I think. Though-"

[Mark starts, but observes how her face changes suddenly. He hadn't been paying attention to what she had been doing with her feet.]

"What's wrong Luna?"

[Luna turns to look at Mark with big, wet eyes and a pout on her face. She lifts her foot up to show the ladybug remains on her shoe.]

“I smushed it..! It-it probably had a mama an’ a dad an’ I smushed the buggy!]

[Oh, she's upset. Mark swallows before he responds]

"Hey it's- it's okay. The ladybug can be in a better place now. With its grandmas and grandpas and aunts and uncles.... where they can eat all the leaves they want. How does that sound?"

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Luna looks down at her feet. The answer was no, she wasn’t. She was supposed to stay in her room all the time. But that was so so boring! Mark wouldnt know if she said a small fib, would he?]

“Um…yes! I work here, mhm. I’m im…in…intortant to the doctors, yup.”

[….intortant was the word she wanted to use, right?]

[Mark has to fight a laugh as she makes her claim]

"Oh, really? Very important, aren't you?"

[Mark says "important" lightly, not to tease but to help her with the word. He straightens up a little bit]

"Well, hospital worker Luna, would you want to walk with me a little?"

[Ohhh, important! Thats the word. Whatever, intortant sounds way better because it’s a Luna Word and Luna Words are the best. She nods enthusiastically at the mention of walking with Mark.]

“Mhm mhm! I’m sure the big people won’t mind if I take a little bitty break. Besides, I work reeeeaaally heard all the time. 26/7.”

[Luna is very interested in keeping this little make believe thing going.]

"Wow, 26/7? Must be awful busy. What would they ever do without you?"

[Mark likes this already. The no-pressure conversation that he can react off of. It doesn't feel forced, like the occasional phonecall with Amy or the slightly-too-invasive talks with anons. He lets Luna lead and falls into an walk/stagger pace with her]

"Where are we walkin' to, miss?"

“Ummm, around! And I can show you my super secret office.”

[Luna has no idea where she’s gonna take Mark, she’s just happy to have a friend. He reminded her of her dad before he started being mean.]

[Mark continues to let her guide him. When they wind up in the mindfulness gardens on the first floor, he can't complain at the view of the trees and cleanly kept bushes. He does feel it in his arms, however. The crutches are better than the ones under the armpit, but his forearms have started to get a bit sore.]

"Hey Luna, I gotta sit down for a minute. Is that okay with you?"

[Mark asks, already feeling bad for cutting their walk time down]

“That’s okay, I can look for bugs while you sit.”

[Luna looks in the bushes for bugs, which kinda backfires once she gets startled by a spider.]

“I like bugs, just not the spidery kind. Do you like bugs? I like bugs. My mama used to call me bug.”

[Luna continues looking, accidentally stepping on a ladybug in her excitement.]

“Mark..oh no…”

[Mark slowly sinks to sitting on a bench, putting his crutches to the side of him. He keeps an eye on Luna as she digs through shrubbery. She asks him if he likes bugs. He thinks about it. He doesn't really know anything about bugs. He did kill some in the house he remembers. But he doesn't know anything beyond that to have an opinion on them]

"Bugs are cool. I think. Though-"

[Mark starts, but observes how her face changes suddenly. He hadn't been paying attention to what she had been doing with her feet.]

"What's wrong Luna?"

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Luna looks down at her feet. The answer was no, she wasn’t. She was supposed to stay in her room all the time. But that was so so boring! Mark wouldnt know if she said a small fib, would he?]

“Um…yes! I work here, mhm. I’m im…in…intortant to the doctors, yup.”

[….intortant was the word she wanted to use, right?]

[Mark has to fight a laugh as she makes her claim]

"Oh, really? Very important, aren't you?"

[Mark says "important" lightly, not to tease but to help her with the word. He straightens up a little bit]

"Well, hospital worker Luna, would you want to walk with me a little?"

[Ohhh, important! Thats the word. Whatever, intortant sounds way better because it’s a Luna Word and Luna Words are the best. She nods enthusiastically at the mention of walking with Mark.]

“Mhm mhm! I’m sure the big people won’t mind if I take a little bitty break. Besides, I work reeeeaaally heard all the time. 26/7.”

[Luna is very interested in keeping this little make believe thing going.]

"Wow, 26/7? Must be awful busy. What would they ever do without you?"

[Mark likes this already. The no-pressure conversation that he can react off of. It doesn't feel forced, like the occasional phonecall with Amy or the slightly-too-invasive talks with anons. He lets Luna lead and falls into an walk/stagger pace with her]

"Where are we walkin' to, miss?"

“Ummm, around! And I can show you my super secret office.”

[Luna has no idea where she’s gonna take Mark, she’s just happy to have a friend. He reminded her of her dad before he started being mean.]

[Mark continues to let her guide him. When they wind up in the mindfulness gardens on the first floor, he can't complain at the view of the trees and cleanly kept bushes. He does feel it in his arms, however. The crutches are better than the ones under the armpit, but his forearms have started to get a bit sore.]

"Hey Luna, I gotta sit down for a minute. Is that okay with you?"

[Mark asks, already feeling bad for cutting their walk time down]

#genlosers do rp

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Luna looks down at her feet. The answer was no, she wasn’t. She was supposed to stay in her room all the time. But that was so so boring! Mark wouldnt know if she said a small fib, would he?]

“Um…yes! I work here, mhm. I’m im…in…intortant to the doctors, yup.”

[….intortant was the word she wanted to use, right?]

[Mark has to fight a laugh as she makes her claim]

"Oh, really? Very important, aren't you?"

[Mark says "important" lightly, not to tease but to help her with the word. He straightens up a little bit]

"Well, hospital worker Luna, would you want to walk with me a little?"

[Ohhh, important! Thats the word. Whatever, intortant sounds way better because it’s a Luna Word and Luna Words are the best. She nods enthusiastically at the mention of walking with Mark.]

“Mhm mhm! I’m sure the big people won’t mind if I take a little bitty break. Besides, I work reeeeaaally heard all the time. 26/7.”

[Luna is very interested in keeping this little make believe thing going.]

"Wow, 26/7? Must be awful busy. What would they ever do without you?"

[Mark likes this already. The no-pressure conversation that he can react off of. It doesn't feel forced, like the occasional phonecall with Amy or the slightly-too-invasive talks with anons. He lets Luna lead and falls into an walk/stagger pace with her]

"Where are we walkin' to, miss?"

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Luna looks down at her feet. The answer was no, she wasn’t. She was supposed to stay in her room all the time. But that was so so boring! Mark wouldnt know if she said a small fib, would he?]

“Um…yes! I work here, mhm. I’m im…in…intortant to the doctors, yup.”

[….intortant was the word she wanted to use, right?]

[Mark has to fight a laugh as she makes her claim]

"Oh, really? Very important, aren't you?"

[Mark says "important" lightly, not to tease but to help her with the word. He straightens up a little bit]

"Well, hospital worker Luna, would you want to walk with me a little?"

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

[Luna giggles brightly at Mark’s robotic display, mirroring his movements the best she could.]

“You’re just like me! I’m kinda a robot too! Also hi guy Mark, m’ Luna. But Maymay calls me Lulu. I don’t think you know my Maymay, but she’s real nice.”

[Luna rambles, having to stop in the middle of her sentence to catch her breath. She never had the chance to talk to someone! This was so exciting!]

Hi Luna.

[Mark smiles and listens to her rambling. He is unfamiliar with "May", it's true. He starts to wonder who she is, but the thought is cut off before it gets too far. Luna takes a breath, still looking up at him. A doctor passes them. Mark is once again aware of their surroundings. This isn't quite a normal place for kids to be running around.]

Are you... supposed to be out here, Luna? I don't want you in trouble.

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

[Luna shakes her head, shuffling in place.]

“No. Splats are no fun. I went splat once when I fell outta the bed and it hurted a lot. Big owies.”

[Luna points to his crutches.]

“Are those your robot parts?”

"Awh man. Well I'm glad you are not splatted anymore."

[Mark smiles again, watching the girl tell the story. When she points at his crutches with question, he nods playfully as he stiffens up a little, doing a little shuffle. He talks with a 90's movie robot voice]

"Beep boop. These are my ro-bot parts. Oh no. You have dis-cov-ered me. Beep boop."

[Mark shakes his head with a small laugh, slouching a little again]

"Nah. I wish I were cool enough to be a robot. My name's Mark and I am just a guy."

#genlosers do rp

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

[Luna blinks, stumbling back as she tries to regain her footing. The tall man had startled her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in curiosity as she studied his face. She didn’t know him, was he new? Was he a robot? What were those thingies on his arms?]

“M’ okay, yeah. I went super fast an’ almost splatted.”

[Luna says, almost in a prideful way. She needs to remember to slow down sometimes, she could get hurt!]

[Mark looks down at her softly as she looks up at him. She can't be older than 5? 6? He tilts his head as she speaks then replies in a thoughtful manner]

Going splat wouldn't be fun, would it?

[He straightens his head out, leaning back on his crutches a little as he watches her]

You were running pretty fast. Almost couldn't see you, even.

#genlosers do rp #marketplier #you and me and you

[Mark is at physical therapy yet again. The doctor had left him to attend to another person, leaving him to do the same repetitive action of slowly extending his legs from the sitting position he's in.]

[He reaches over to grab his cup of water, missing the blur just outside the window. But then he catches it. Outside the room, there's a kid running out in the hall. A small, brown haired girl with short hair running aimlessly. He pauses his exercise, watching the child run around the foyer. Had there been a kid here this whole time? He doesn't remember seeing the kid during any of his little walks around the hospital. Before he can ask someone about it, the girl has disappeared.]

___

[After physical therapy ends, Mark decides just to return back to his room and get sleep. His plan to do so is cut short when the kid comes around the corner and he almost bumps into her]

"Oh! 'M sorry. Are you alright?"

@the-baby-drone

Have you considered talking to your roommates? Or generally the other people in the hospital?

I mean, there used to be someone in the room with me. But he didn't stay here long.

I try to talk to other people but the only people I really talk to are the doctors. Besides most of the people on my floor seem to be sleeping a lot.

Cause the guy across from me is kinda funny

—shower guy

You're literally being forced to cut off your own ankle???

Haiii it’s the shower guy!!! I got injected w something and woke up here!! !!:3

You have access to a phone, why don't you call the cops? Or someone who can actually lend assistance?

I think I'm a little underqualified to help here

Haiii!!! Have u ever been chained up in a dank and dirty shower room with a stranger and both of ur feet are chained to the floor and like you have to saw your foot off to get out?? It’s like

Suuupers awkward! He’s so mad at me rn lol bro doesn’t know I have my phone or the corpse on the floor is actually alive rofl

I don't think I have! That sounds very unpleasant. What did you do to get there??

gay

I'm sorry? What does that have to do with anything?