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Markus Finch

Bzzzzt...Bzzt...Bzzzzt

One blue eye fluttered open. It found a large green eye starting back at it. Markus jerked up, knocking Margo from his chest. "Ai, Margo, don't stare at me like that. It makes me feel like you're trying to eat my soul." The man shook himself, jerking sleep from the very core of his body. What time was it?

Bzzzzt...Bzzt...Bzzzzt

And what was that sound? Blinking the sweet film of sleep from his eyes, Markus searched the tiny table next to the couch for his phone. And knocked it off. The black chunk of wired metal thunked on the floor, almost blending in with the dark carpet. The carpet he'd managed to turn black. It hadn't come that way. The original color had been a ugly brown, but Mark found it easier to hide a mess when the carpet was darker. Well, unless it was a light colored mess. But black cat equaled black fur, so black carpet was the next logical step. Mark shot a look at Margo, who was staring back at him from her new spot on his knees. "Hey, Margo. Fetch." He said. He could almost see her eyebrow raise. I don't think so. her entire expression told him.

Ah, felines. They never did anything to make themselves worth keeping, but Markus couldn't help but love the slender pitch cat. She flicked her tail at him and blinked slowly. Mark rolled his eyes and sighed. Well then. He stretched down to get his phone, and the slight animal leaped from his lap onto the floor, stalking away as the man overbalanced at the sudden loss of ten pounds from his knees and joined his phone on the floor. "Damn you, Margo. You did that on purpose!" He called after the retreating tail. "For that I'm not gonna feed you until lunchtime, so there!" A slight smile lifted his face however. Ah, it was rather sad to say, but the cat was his favorite companion in the world. And she seemed to like him alright as well.

Mark flipped open his phone, the old piece of junk that it was, and found it to be much later that he would have liked. How long had the alarm been going off? He rubbed his eyes, stretching and standing up lazily. Mornings weren't the best time of day for him. Too sleepy. The man pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, grabbed a soda from his little fridge, and collected his bag of tools. His hand jumped slightly as he did so, but he gave it a stern look. It seemingly cowed under his stern blue gaze, and didn't continue to shake.

He poured the golden carbonated liquid down his throat and then he was ready to go.

Margo stretched on his leg, her paws reaching the pocket of his jeans. Trying to distract him, eh? She gave a curling mewl of question, but Mark brushed her off. "I'll play with you later, Mar, but right now I have other things to do. Don't open anything, don't eat the drapes, got it?" He told her, giving his friend and ear scratched before relocating her to the couch.

Then he exited the room, shuffled down the stairs, and out the door. Perhaps there would be a good place across town. There surely weren't any near his place anymore. Markus had made sure of that. of course, he couldn't stop others from taking spots there too, but so long as they were Hounds it didn't matter.

Languidly he strolled to the subway station, ignoring the people who moved around him in one big crush and flow of human. he let out a half sigh as he found himself a spot to stand. Usually cold disregard worked best for getting other people out of his way. He managed to emerge near the front of the crowd with a little jostling. Okay, maybe a more than a bit, but it was worth it, no?