"Have some. I know you're hungry." Mark gently crooned, shifting closer towards where you sat besides him on the deck. He held a raw, bitten squid up to your lips, the affection in his gaze prominent, as strange as it may sound.

You're still racking your brain for any plausible explanation as to why in God's green Earth is Mark trying to offer you the headless body of a fresh squid straight from the ocean.

Well, to boot, the events today had unfolded like this: you had suggested going on a little stroll—something to calm Mark's constantly active mind and distract him from any... not-so-positive thoughts. Which is why you both had ended up at the shore, a perfect environment for Mark to simply bask in the sweet nature of, right?

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Eventually, Mark had began to feel a little peckish. Things rapidly took a turn for the worst when you realised that there weren't any food stands nearby in the desolate area, and you hadn't anything edible on your person.

No sooner than the split second you took your eyes off him was Mark crouched at the very edge of the deck, a raw squid gripped tightly in his fist as he obnoxiously gnawed on it, an unapologetic and cheeky grin on his face as he observed your disapproving expression once you'd turned your attention back towards him.

There wasn't much you could do to stop the bizarre, impulsive actions he did. Instead, all you could do was play along. After all, did you really want to go against a slightly insane Mark Grayson? Probably not.