Well, technically Steven isn't his younger brother Randall-no he told himself not to say that name again.
Marc sighed no audible from his bathroom mirror, listening to his British alter's terrible choice in music, while the shower running.
He gotten use to this stuck feeling sane people don't experience, tho it doesn't mean it's 'fun' every time Steven's awake.
Steven's phone laid on sink vibrated a message, which got Marc to tilt his head. Nobody texts him, could it be work?
Shower curtains opened, prompting Marc to vanish before getting spotted from the dripping hair Brit alter.
In the evening, Steven sat on bed finally rid of his own blood from both arms, haven't got the foggiest idea what happened for such an injury.
Am I going mad? Steven thought to himself before putting on his shackles.