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Marsh fake-pouted at C. Why had she stuffed bandages down Lowe's pants and left his pants alone? That struck him as just not fair. The butt pat got a grin out of him, though. "Preparing to party, yes ma'am," he said.

He grabbed the bandages that Lowe shoved at him reflexively, then found himself being towed along. Well, that was fair enough, he guessed, though the hand-holding part was kind of gay. ... Oh well.

[Exiting]

(( EXITING AAA ))

"Buzzkill," he leered at Selena. James Dean and Flammenwerfer (named because it werfed flammen) were laid down on a couple of glowing rocks. A charge finally took to them. As he waited he finally spat out his cheap foreign cigarette and pushed it back in his pocket for another time.

He had to chuckle to himself a little bit at how seriously that one hunter was taking himself. If you didn't have a sense of humor, Mark reasoned to himself, then you'd truly be miserable in this line of work. It was worth having a laugh every so often, especially after being cooped up with the same two completely monotonous hunters for several months on a mission that seemed to have no end. He craved this interaction because it could very well be the only thing he had to remember fondly when he was off spending nights in bogs and deserts and ditches getting eaten alive by gnats. Even today, not every hunter he knew had made it back - the fact that C had was the best news he could have hoped for.

But there was hardly any time to mourn that tonight. Mark felt he was long overdue for that shower.

(( Times Square Mission ORP is now open! Please read the rp and the OOC rules, and roleplay/ act accordingly! ))