Dec 5, 2017
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  "I don't recall requesting back up." Marcus was reclined in a chair, but slowly eased himself upright, pale brows pinching together. "Who are you..?"
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  "I don't recall requesting back up." Marcus was reclined in a chair, but slowly eased himself upright, pale brows pinching together. "Who are you..?"
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“You ruined my operation.” For a man who had to blow his cover and then run for literal cover, Gareth was oddly calm. “At what point did you realize I was not the drug runner you were after?”
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Bucky had run out to get some additional food and supplies given he was now a host and while he’d told Henry to get comfortable in his absence, he hadn’t exactly expected to return to the other man naked on the couch. Raising his eyebrows, hearing the dryer, and putting two and two together, his lips thinned into a hard line while he tried not to laugh at the look of horror on the other man’s face. “I should have told you where to find clothes.” He simply said, walking into the bedroom and opening a drawer, pulling out a shirt and sweats he assumed would fit. Returning to the main room, he set the clothes on the arm of the couch, eyes scanning the man as he did. He knew he shouldn’t have, should have averted his gaze like a polite person would, but he also didn’t care much for subtlety. After a moment of quiet observation, he turned his back so the other man could put on clothes, finally doing the socially-acceptable thing. “I got some chicken. Is that alright?” He asked, though he moved through the kitchen in preparation of the meal, regardless of the answer he might receive.
Long strides carried Marcus throughout the somewhat busy streets of and equally, somewhat busy city. His eyes focused upon the ground, hands tucked into the pockets of a worn leather jacket as he moved. His mind worked nearly a mile a second, filtering through information, pushing aside what was and was not imperative at the moment. In his effort to keep moving, he'd unwittingly forced a handful of people off course, reeling out of the way of a severe-looking excommunicated priest whilst he trudged on a forward course with no particular end point.
His movements only actually came to a hault when that forward momentum forced him to collide with another body entirely. Breath escaped Marcus in a grunt, his hands drawing quickly from his pockets to collect the stranger by the arms to avoid falling and to avoid making him fall too. "Sorry, I--" Brows furrowing faintly, he glanced down toward the sharp-angled canine and then back up, immediately embarrassed. "--Should have been paying more attention to where I was going."
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Imprisoned again. It was beginning to feel like an old sense of deja vu, but fortunately the knot within his gut had loosened significantly because the exorcism had been completed before Marcus had been detained. If nothing else, he could sleep a few winks in the chilly cell and hope that someone would come looking to bail him out. Slowly stretching out his long legs, Marcus ran a hand through the short-cropped hair upon his head, bright gray-blue eyes flicking toward the hallway to consider movement before the image of a scruffy man became more apparent. Brows pulling together, he shifted again, leaning forward to better study the officer. The entirety of his mien seemed unusual compared to the rest of the officers around. From his softer exterior appearance, to something he couldn't quite register internally, but it felt like he was being called to look upon and consider the stranger. To observe, and maybe to know him. Whether it were God speaking, or a heinous lack of sleep, Marcus kept his attention on the man whilst he could.
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