[lonewolf]

Some of Mark's escapades had caught up with him, and he got nailed hard. There was a growing pile of paperwork on his desk that he had been slowly but surely hiding around his office, but because he didn't use the thing very often all it took was someone to go in there, locate all the hiding places, and confront Mark once he was back.

As such, he was late getting back to his apartment. It was a time like this he was glad he didn't have any pets. How awkward would it be to ask his neighbors to take care of his fish or something while he was gone? Inconceivable.

However, something was off as he opened the door. He had been getting that more and more lately, but tonight especially so. He'd draw the Carry from its holster, step in and turn the light on, and be surprised with what he found. "Kokoro?" He looked at her arm, the supplies all strewn about his table, and the window slightly ajar. "What the hell is going on?"

He put his gun back, closed the door behind him, and approached the table, setting a bag of takeout on the counter.

Kokoro

[Kokoro]

She turned to look towards the door to Mark's apartment as it opened. Thankfully it was him, and not any unpleasant assailants who might have followed her. ''Oh, good evening, Mark.'' She smiled up at him, she was sweating bullets and bleeding from her shoulder, presumably from a cut or a bullet wound. She had taken off her top, sitting in nothing but her bra and pants as she tried and failed to bandage her own wound due to the awkward angle at which she had been hit. Part of the windowsill was covered in her blood, as she had dragged a bit in when she snuck into his apartment. ''I... I got into a bit of trouble, but it's nothing.'' She continued smiling, putting on a tough act. ''I helped myself to some of your medical supplies, I hope you don't mind.''

She winced from the pain, her brush with death still burned into her memory. She really thought she might die on some random street in Tokyo, never to see Mark again or say a final goodbye. The thought was chilling. She used to not care about what happened to her, but lately she had been far less reckless. More concerned with what others thought, and more concerned with what kind of a trail she might leave behind for Mark to discover. ''If you don't mind, could you disinfect my wound? I've never been good at this type of stuff.'' She leaned her head to the side to expose her injured shoulder to Mark, smiling back up at him. ''Don't worry, I wasn't followed.''

lonewolf

[lonewolf]

Her telling him she wasn't followed only sparked his paranoia even more. He took a step forward to flag the hallway, making sure there was no one just out of sight. "I hope not," he says, putting the gun away as he approached her. "As much as I don't mind these random visits, I wish you had called. I would have picked you up some food, too." He picks up the rubbing alcohol and a rag, soaking a portion of it before taking a step forward. "This'll sting." And with no other warning he pressed it to her shoulder. He didn't know the full extent of the injury, but it clearly took more of his focus over the lack of a shirt. "So, you mind telling me what kind of trouble it is you got into?"

He'd let her explain, but the moment she was finished he'd let his vision glaze over as he decided to violate her memory just a bit; he didn't want to know everything she had experienced, just everything in the past six hours. Maybe more if there wasn't a good enough leadup to the events that lead her to his apartment this late at night.

Kokoro