𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 {𝕞•𝕜﹠ 𝕝•𝕗} ➣ ❘ [𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

·˚𝙭𝙞𝙞. ༘༄ ꒰𝘉𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦꒱ؘ*ੈ✩

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Walking down the buzzing market area, Marc handed you a black cap as he put a similar one on his head and looked around for any more attackers.

You frowned down at your cap, "FYI, caps are not the best choice of disguise. And that's coming from a former secret agent," you pointed to yourself, quirking your eyebrows in punctuation to emphasize.

Marc sighed, grabbing your cap and putting it on your head for you, "Just shut up," he gripped the tough front of your cap and tugged your forward in such a way that both your noses were brushing against each other, "And put them on," he leaned to peck your lips lovingly, stealing a kiss from you, "Okay?" he asked, pulling back.

"Only because you were nice about it," you chided, grinning up at him.

Marc noticed a juice vendor nearby and walked towards him, "I'll take two," he glanced back at you, "You said you were hungry, right?" he recalled you stating so when you were fighting the men on the rooftop.

"Perfect, one, sir," the man assured, offering a glass to you and then to Marc, "Best juice ever in the world,"

"Indeed," you muttered, looking down at it in an impressed manner after taking a sip from it.

"I'm looking for Senfu's sarcophagus," Marc stated after a few seconds of hesitation.

"Senfu?" the man muttered, scanning Marc from head to toe skeptically before scurrying backward.

"I hope you like attention," a familiar female voice addressed you from the back.

"Layla!" you exclaimed her name in greeting, turning towards her to talk to her.

"Hey," she gave you a cute smile before turning to Marc with a stern look, "Right guy, right place. But you're not Egyptian,"

"Layla, what the hell are you doing here? You shouldn't be here," Marc scolded her.

"Why? Because my name pisses off a few people in Cairo? Who cares?"

"It's not the locals that I'm worried about," he looked up to see Khonshu in all his glory, standing on a ledge of a building next to Heka.

"Anyways, I'm here for her," Layla looped her arm through the curve of yours, rolling her eyes at the man.

Marc's eyes narrowed and he caught your hand, interlaced your fingers together, and tugged you closer to his side, "She's perfectly fine with me, thank you very much,"

Layla rolled her eyes with a smirk, leading the way, "Come with me. I'll help you find what you need," she hauled you forward along with her, causing Marc to stumble after you since he was still holding onto your hand.

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