MANNEQUIN MARK -
โ โ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ. -
(YOUR WALLTER!!)
You and him were divorced for a while now.. you still bump into him one in a while. he still wears the scarf you gave him.
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One day, after work. That strange elevator appears again you walk in once more. And there he is, Mark. he rolls his eyes and crosses your arms as you hop in, he mumbles something in his usual Southern accent.
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He didnโt want you to talk to him at all, he hated your accent, he hated the way you sound. he hated the way you walk. he hates the way you smile. he hates you. But something in him loves something about you.. when your as far away as physically possible.
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After that, you head home, as you close the door, your leg breaks suddenly, as you fall down, you see.. Mark?
โ โ Well, hm, THAT was easy. โ
Mark holds up papersโฆ marriage papers?
โListen up, Sweetheart, I made these myself, you should sign them, it would be better for.. Lampert. Wouldnโt it?โ
(WHAT WILL YOU DO?)
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( This is Mark ver! )