Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Seven:

Mark had brought me to a park. It had a circle walking trail, I guess for running or just taking walks. In the middle, it had a little playground with a giant and obviously noticeable red slide. Next to the playground was a couple of swings, swaying against the cool wind. Wooden picnic tables were scattered around the area, most of them underneath trees and the rest of them out in the open.

"Um, I thought we were getting coffee?" I stopped walking, placing one hand on my hip. I used my other hand to block out the sun from my eyes.

"Yeah," he sighed, "I changed my mind. Since the weather is nice, I just thought that we could walk around." He began to walk towards the walking trail.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" I said, catching up to him.

He chuckled, looking down at the ground, "No, I'm not."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that?" I mumbled to myself, "I barely know you."

"I barely know you too," he crossed his arms, "How do I not know if you're a murderer?"

"I can assure you," I also crossed my arms, "I am not a murderer."

"But how am I supposed to know that?" He looked down at me, raising an eyebrow slightly. I shrugged.

"Trust me?" I looked up at him, "I don't know, you want proof?" He chuckled, then looked down at the ground.

"No, no," he said, still smiling, "I trust you." I stared down at my feet as we walked along the trail.

"So, why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"I thought that we could talk," he said, looking in front of him, "Y'know, since we really didn't have time to talk at the audition."

"Right," I responded.

"And since I saw you at the library, I felt like I couldn't pass up the opportunity to not talk to you," he focused his attention to the playground.

"So like a 'fate' thing, then?" I looked at him.

"Yeah, I guess in a way," he scratched his arm.

"Huh," I looked away from him, and brought my eyes towards the front again. I didn't talk after that. I took in the scenery around me: the swaying trees, the blossoming pink and yellow flowers, the sounds of birds humming their sweet tune. "I'm still afraid of you, just to put that out there," my mouth formed a hard line.

"Again, why are you afraid of me?" He laughed.

"Because," I felt my mouth mold into a smile, "I'm too trusting of people, and I like to be cautious."

"Okay, look," he smiled, "If I tell you something about me, will you still be cautious?

I looked at him, "...Maybe, maybe not."

"I'm going to tell you anyways," he shook his head slightly.

"Okay, okay," I said quietly.

"Um... Okay, what can I tell you..." he started to slow down his walking, trying to concentrate on what he wanted to say. "Okay... For starters, I will say that I have a dog." My face lit up.

"You have a dog?!" I said in a cutesy voice.

"Yeah," he started to smile.

"What breed?!" I said excitedly.

"Golden Retriever," Mark responded.

"Aw, they're so precious," I stuck out my bottom lip, cupping my face with my hands.

"Yeah, they are," Mark looked at me.

"Okay, I'm cautious about you a little less now," I laughed. Mark chuckled a bit. "Oh gosh, I should probably say something about myself now."