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Mark Grayson ([personal profile] titlecard) wrote in [community profile] turnout 2024-08-01 09:05 am (UTC)

[ She already hadn't been winning him over, but up yours? He stares at her incredulously, a curl to his lip. Not enough for teeth to show, just—

His eyes widen as she throws a berry towards the deer. Mark freezes, tense, watching it to see what it does. He could probably still catch it on his own if it took off, but that isn't something he has to worry about.

Yet. When he turns back to face Hella, there's teeth. ]


I'm fine. [ Little too loud on that second word there. Things go a little too still, like the deer is about to bolt at any moment. He stops breathing, but after a second, his glare resumes. ] I'm not doing anything. See? Nothing is happening here.

[ Technically true, not that he hadn't been trying to work himself up into making something happen. And now that he can sense his chance slipping away, he's maybe starting to get pissed at Hella specifically. ]

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