To Be

To Be Worried

Hey guys! Welcome to Chapter 7 of To Be!

It's only been a few months this time lol! A lot shorter than the last chapter's wait.

Hopefully you enjoy this chapter, since it's mostly centered on Mark's thoughts! Also I've been neglecting Mark's lack of mobility, so I tried to bring it back in this chapter!

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The next (mid) morning was bright and sunny when Sean woke up. He sat up with a stretch and loud yawn before smacking his lips. Drowsily, he climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs to start a cup of coffee. His mind was on complete auto-pilot. After the first few sips of coffee, the fog in his head cleared and he thought about what was on the agenda for the day. It felt like he'd planned to go out for some reason, but he couldn't quite think of why. He didn't need groceries and he didn't have a sudden urge to window shop.

The answer quickly popped in his head at the thought of shopping. He wanted to take Mark out to buy some, overdue, new clothes! Smacking himself lightly on the forehead, Sean quickly made his way back upstairs to check on Mark and see if he was awake yet.

The door was already cracked open to let the hallway light shine in so Sean let himself in. To his surprise, Mark was still passed out, head nearly covered in his blanket with only the tip of one ear and some floof showing. Sean smiled at the sight and crept over to the side of his bed. He couldn't resist lifting the blanket slightly to see Mark's sleeping face. It was almost completely covered by how hard he was snuggled into the pillow and the arm cradling his head, but Sean could still see his slightly open mouth and a peaceful face as well as hear the soft, snoring breaths only achieved by a very deep sleep.

Smiling widely to himself, Sean replaced the blanket and tip toed back out into the hallway. He wanted to let Mark sleep since it seemed he didn't get very many peaceful nights.

He went back to the kitchen and made a bowl of fruity cereal. Browsing Tumblr and YouTube on his phone, he waited for Mark to get up.

Mark woke up gradually, with eyes opening slowly, the gears in his mind leisurely starting up. He stretched and yawned, being mindful of his injuries, before sitting up.

The sun was shining through his window, showing dust particles dancing through the air. The view out the window showed green trees blowing gently in the breeze and a bright blue sky. Shakily, he grabbed his arm and pinched himself, eyes clenching shut tightly. When the sharp pain passed, Mark opened his eyes and sighed in relief to find nothing had changed.

He was truly free from his old Master.

The Neko slipped out of the bed, bare feet not making a sound on the hardwood floor. He made his way to the window to get a better look outside but stood about a foot away from the actual glass. His old Master's house didn't have such a nice view and Mark was rarely allowed the chance to see outside. His old Master didn't like the idea of people passing by seeing him. Mark had always assumed it was because his old Master had been ashamed of him. Mark was pretty sure his new Master wouldn't mind though, and besides people would have to be actively searching to see him.

Mark didn't realize he was crying until a tear dripped off his face. Quickly, he scrubbed the tears away and willed himself to stop. Crying would be the worst way to show his appreciation to his new Master.

A thought suddenly struck him. He whipped around to look at the clock on his bedside table and saw 9:57 glow back at him. Keeping his Master waiting wouldn't be a good way to show his appreciation either.