Mark tossed me a quick, joking evil eye. A smile implanted upon his face as he cased me a look that could make just about anybody smile.
Which, Sean did.
Sean's smile seemed to widen by the second as the scene continued.
After all, who wouldn't find a breathless, sweaty, frantic Mark, running around like a chicken with his head cut off, funny?
Seriously, who wouldn't find this scene funny?
...
And after a few heartbeats of towel flapping and window opening, the smoke alarm stopped its excessive rhythm of buzzing; and Mark came to a breathless halt.
Sean simply stood there. - Both amused, and slightly worried for his friend.
"Well," Mark rasped breathlessly, resting his hands upon his knees. Trying to regain his lost breath.
"Breakfast is ready." Mark chimed positively. His voice currently hoarse from the inhaled smoke.
Sean furrowed a brow in question.
"Um, I think I'll get take out instead." Sean said, a chuckle following his joking words. Do you want anything?" Sean asked softly. Studying Mark as someone would a book. Almost to insure that he was truly alright to the eye.
The two met eyes. Sharing each others looks of both curiosity, and optimism. However, Mark possessed something more. - Nervousness.
"Naw, I'm fine. Go get something for yourself. I'll cook something here." Mark sighed, standing up straight once more once the missing breath he had lost returned to him. - He wiped his clammy hands upon his jeans.
Sean nodded slowly.
"Alright. Will do." Sean replied, walking out of the kitchen and towards the dining table. - Plucking his keys from the surface, and heading out the door within a matter of moments.
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Hold me tight. Love me so.
Fanfiction- A Septiplier Fan-Fiction - - When a hate comment gets out of control for young Markiplier, he needs to take a load off. So what's better than inviting his good ol' friend Sean over for his birthday? However, Mark still can't seem to get away fr...
