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Marshal Wallace ♊️
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"Koi" Greyson ♐️
Marsh
I open my door with my head down, but gasp lightly when I see him in my room. My towel falls off my head.
"Why are you surprised... I mean why are you surprised like that?" He stands up with his hands in his pockets.
"Well... I mean..." I sigh.
He didn't show up to train me today. I figured it was because of his injury. I actually planned to go to his room, but I changed my mind literally minutes ago.
"Koi," I try while closing the door behind me.
"I gotta bad feeling. I'm worried-"
I shake my head and go to my chest to put my deodorant on.
"Let's let it go. I'm gonna pretend like it doesn't exist," I refer to last night.
"What?" He asks.
"Your profession," I answer.
"Until what? Until when?" He asks.
"Until I have to," I throw my deodorant in my chest.
"It's my life Marshal," he cops an attitude.
"Exactly. Don't you have like thousands of dollars by now. Why the hell you here?" I mumble.
"It's my place. You want me to leave all of this for you... for us?" He asks.
I turn around in shock.
For us?
"I shouldn't care and it's weird that I do. I'ma let it go," I say calmly.
I'm not calm at all. For us?
"I'm not mad at you I'm just frustrated. I validate why you care-"
