Summary: Mark's morning activities
A/N: Pay back
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Rent except a crappy t-shirt I bought in NY.
Mark had always been a morning person. Roger had never been a morning person. Perhaps tea had far more sugar in it than coffee. For whatever reason, Mark often found himself up and about, walking around the loft during the ungodly hours of early morning. Roger's snores could always be heard from his room, his body hanging off his bed at some odd angle and a stream of drool hanging from his mouth.
Mark would take advantage of the spare time in the morning to enjoy utterly hogging the bathroom. Mark, unlike Roger, was a clean person. He wasn't obsessive compulsive, but like feeling at least sanitary. Taking his time, Mark would splash water onto his face, then brush and floss his teeth, then comb and style his hair, and basically play around with the mirror. For someone who enjoyed hiding behind the camera, Mark loved looking at himself in the mirror. He would prance around, pull absurd facial expressions, and impersonate his friends. It was during an extremely dramatic, one sided version of a tango, in which Mark had pulled his arms up in a salsa position and cocked his head back that Roger burst into the bathroom far too early in the morning.
"Move! I gotta pee!-um, Mark, what are you doing?"
"Er…"
short absurdity