12. āI gotta say, Iām a little surprised.ā with Mark and...Dark?
āYa know,ā Mark started, and Dark felt the intense urge to repeatedly bang his head on the nearest wall. Unable to go through with the action, Dark instead focused on trying to pull his wrist free of the rope that bound it to the arms of the chair he was strapped into. Mark, back-to-back with him in his own chair, had stopped moving, and Dark wanted to smack him for giving up so quickly.
āI gotta say, Iām a little surprised.ā
Dark didnāt dignify Markās statement with a response. His grey wrist was rubbed raw with rope burn, but heād managed to makes some progress. Maybe with the addition of blood, theyād slide right off. Dark was willing to try it, at this point. He didnāt want to spend a minute longer with his moron creator, who was doing absolutely nothing to improve their situation.
āJumping me had to be super easy, I can get that, but you? How the hell did they do that?ā
This time Dark did reply, growling loudly in his throat. His weak aura slithered along the floor, a few clumsy tendrils passing over Markās feet and squeezing his ankles in warning. The ringing was dull, a little off tune, but beginning to grow stronger as Darkās irritation rose. He could feel Mark rolling his eyes since he found it appropriate to do it with his entire head. Dark was glad heād bent forward to focus on his wrist, otherwise, heād have been clocked by the movement.
āAlright, alright, jeez! Iām just trying to pass the time.ā
It was quiet for all of half a minute before Mark spoke up again, and Darkās eye twitched.
āBut, like, really- how?ā
āIf you donāt shut up right now, I am going to leave you here.ā