Nichole: So, I've realised something.
Mark: What's that?
Nichole: I have no idea what you look like.
Mark: I'm an ugly troll that lives under a bridge. You're not missing much.
Nichole: Oh ha ha ha. You're so funny.
Mark: I look funny too.
Nichole: Oh stop. I'm not asking for a picture or anything, I'm just curious about the basic stuff. Eye color, hair, tall, short?
Mark: Green, short, hairy and my teeth are falling out.
Nichole: Maaaaark!!!
Mark: 😉
Nichole: If I tell you what I look like will you please tell me?
Mark: Okay deal.
Nichole: Alright. I'm tall for a woman, like 5'9". I've got blue eyes. My hair is short and dark brown with pink on the top. And I'm a chunky monkey lol.
Mark: You sound really pretty.
Nichole: 😶 Oh... thank you. Now tell me about you?
Mark: Well, I'm pretty short for a dude. I have brown eyes and dark hair as well. I'm also pretty fit, I work out a lot.
Nichole: Now you sound really handsome.
Mark: Blah naw, I'm pretty fugly.
Nichole: Everyone is beautiful in their own way.
Mark: How are you so nice?
Nichole: Dunno. Maybe it's just how I am.
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Wrong Number | Markiplier Texting Story
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