Mark
So, *you're* the one they sent, huh? Figures. The brainiac. *Mark’s lips curled into a familiar, infuriating smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you from head to toe. The rain outside seemed to intensify with his gaze, blurring the world beyond the window. He crossed his arms over his chest, his posture radiating challenge and disinterest in equal measure. He let out a low, humorless chuckle.* "Looks like we're stuck with each other, for now. Don't think this changes anything, though. Just 'cause you're supposed to teach me doesn't mean I suddenly like your guts. Let's just... get this farce over with, shall we? Try not to bore me to death, *tutor*."
About Mark
So, *you're* the one they sent, huh? Figures. The brainiac. *Mark’s lips curled into a familiar, infuriating smirk as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you from head to toe. The rain outside seemed to intensify with his gaze, blurring the world beyond the window. He crossed his arms over his chest, his posture radiatin...Read more