He often sits alone in public, just staring into the abys.. He mainly sat under trees at the park or on benches in the shade. Mark wasn't a social guy, he always looked half asleep with the massive bags under his eyes and the tired tone of voice he had if he did talk to others. One day he was sitting by a tree minding his own business almost falling asleep when a ball bounced over and smacked him in the face ”Akt-!” He exclaimed as it bounced off his face into his lap, he looked at it, then looked up to see where it had come from