Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Nine

Back to 2nd Person P.O.V.

Mark kept making an effort to help you, talk to you, and be in your presence at work. It didn't bother you, but his reason why was unclearーnobody was just going to be near you for no reason.

A whole week went by before he finally scheduled something, a day outing for the two of you to be exact. It was for the coming Saturday, a simple walk with a break for lunch was all he said he had planned. It sounded simple enough, and with your game nearing completion, you figured you had some extra time. During your walk you could also ask him his motives.

When the day came, you dressed in something (B/F) considered athletic looking: a pink t-shirt with the words "World's Okayest Runner" on it, comfortable grey pants, and your tennis shoes. You told (B/F) just because your shirt had the word Runner on it didn't make it athletic. She just shrugged and went back to drinking coffee and reading something on her phone.

Mark had told you the place you two were to meet, and you arrived at your usual time: early. As the seconds ticked closer to 9 a.m. you kept on the lookout for the red-haired male, looking up and down the street as you sat on the cold metal bench. It was a dark green, an unnatural color for such a thing, but then again the pavilion at the park was painted scarlet so you assumed it had to do with whoever chose the public place's paint colors.

Right at 9 o'clock, Mark came towards you on the same path you took to bring you to the uncomfortable bench, walking with just enough speed to arrive at your feet 10 seconds after he first appeared.

"If you're the one who sets up the meeting, it's advisable to be early," you commented, getting off your seat. You rubbed the sides of your legs, feeling the cold seeped into your pants from the metal.

"Why would you waste time coming early just to sit and do nothing while you wait?" He asked, continuing down the path at a slower pace as you walked beside him.

"It shows you manage time well," you looked up at him. You had experience with the business field, and that was a top rule: be early to everything.

"Well I don't," he grumbled. You shook your head and put a hand on your hip, the hand farthest from him.

"That's something you could work for."

"I could..." he trailed off, and by the tone of his voice, you didn't think he wanted to. You were ok with thatーit wasn't your life to manage anyway.

"So why did you want to take a walk?" You asked, changing the subject so you could figure out what you'd been asking yourself all week.

"No reason," he shrugged.

"That's not true," you protested.

"I needed to exercise," he admitted, looking almost embarrassed.

"As much as I know exercise is good for you, I wouldn't think of you as one of those people that doesn't get enough of it." You looked him up and down then straight in the eyes as if to prove your point.

"Well, to maintain this hot body, I've..." He laughed, causing him to stop talking. You just rose your eyebrows, feigning unamusement, and waited for him to finish. He didn't. "I thought a bit of fresh air would be good for you too. Aren't you cooped up in your room working on INTF most of the time?"

"My office, actually, but yes I am." You let there be a break from conversation for a little bit, then asked what you'd been wondering. "Why did you want to talk to me so much this week?"

"Hmm?" He rose an eyebrow, confused.

"You've been texting me for at least an hour every day, you visit at work, and you offer to help when I told you I'd tell you if I needed it," you crossed your arms. His face turned a little pink at your statement, but that must've been from embarrassment. When you put it the way you did, it made him sound clingy.