Research

Chapter One

He fumbled with the keys to his apartment, having recently come back from his shit job he had quit earlier. Finally getting the dumb key into the lock, he unlocked the door and walked in.

He slowly closed the door, making sure it didn't make too much noise when it closed. He looked up, nearly having a heart attack when he saw an unfamiliar man at the kitchen going through the cabinets above the counter.

He calmed down when he knew it wasn't a burglar and tried to pinpoint this guy's name. Brown hair... it's short too. Blue polo, gray jeans.

"Right," he mumbled to himself. "Hey, Mike."

Mike, the man at the kitchen, jumped with a start at his roommate's voice. He turned around, his blue sparkling eyes staring at him in what seemed like fear. He was always so anxious. "H-hey, Mark..." he mumbled. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be home so early."

"That's fine, I don't blame you," Mark snorted and walked over to his roommate. "So what's got you out and about?" He asked, noticing the brunette male had been making coffee.

"We're about to pull an all-nighter," he said. "Wanna join?"

"Uh... sure," Mark raised a brow. "Didn't expect you of all people to be up for an all-nighter. What's got you cookin'?"

Mike laughed. Mark liked him, mainly because he was the only one that didn't groan every time he said something cheesy or weird. It was quite the break to be honest.

"We're going to be doing research tonight," Mike explained, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "We've gotten pretty curious about this one job. I don't know all the details yet, but I know it's been bugging Michael a lot."

"Seems legit," Mark shrugged, "anyway. I quit my job, I'm gonna go take a shower. Let Michael know I'm home, okay?"

"Sure," Mike mumbled and watched Mark walk off and towards the appartement bathroom.

At least he was training to be a doctor anyway.

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Mark walked out of the bathroom and into his own room to gather his laundry, his hair still a bit wet. He didn't realize he had closed his bedroom door until someone had knocked on it.

He listened for a bit, not wanting to mistaken him for the wrong person.

The knocking stopped for a second before he heard a low groan, almost a growl. Then he heard knocking again.

One, two, three.
One, two. One, two.
One, two, three.

He walked over to his bedroom door and opened it, seeing bored silver eyes staring back at him. He had taken off his brown wig to reveal his shaved head — although he'd probably have to buzz it again soon — and taken out the contacts that had made his eyes a sparkling blue earlier.

Oh, boy... here we go.

The silver-eyed man placed his hands on his hips before angrily shouting, "You quit your job!?"

"Well... yeah," Mark shrugged uselessly. He was used to Michael's sour attitude and wasn't surprised he'd be yelled at. "It wasn't gonna support me for long anyway, especially not after I become a nurse or something."

Michael tisked, dropping his hands from his sides and just... standing there. He was probably just talking to Mike or something.

Mark was patient anyway. Having to live with someone like Michael was hard, but it didn't take too long to learn everyone's names and what they like and don't like. It's like having a group of friends, but in one package.