cake「 mark 」

19

"i'm sorry i blacked out, tried to kill you and almost got us arrested."

"jackson, don't you think it's about time we go to the bakery and try to make sense of this?" mark asked halfway into a walking dead episode, trying to enjoy his cake but unable to.

jackson seemed to contemplate it for a moment. "yeah..." he said reluctantly. "honestly, i'm starting to get a little sick of cake."

"huh. i thought i'd never hear you say those words."

"surprise, surprise."

"so, when should we go?" mark asked.

"give it another week," jackson shrugged, waving mark off as he redirected all his concentration to the zombie decapitations on screen.

mark glared at him.