"Markiepoo"
Mark looks up from his spot on the floor, where he has been laying for the past hour after sweating the pizza they ate off. Jackson is staring at him, an unreadable emotion burning in his gaze.
"Are you still going to play the piano?"
And that catches him by surprise. Honestly, both of them would never do it again if it were for them, but that may be because they have been forced to since they were born. And it kind of is part of them by now. It made them whot they are.
"I don't know. What about you, Jackson? Will you still dance contemporary dance?" He replies without looking at him and Jackson shrugs.
"I guess. I'll miss it if I don't. Iys like a rehab. You stop progressively. And besides, it's got a really good side." Jackson smiles brightly and Mark frowns in confusion.
It made us meet.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
