Markl felt his forehead grow hot as Mai kissed his cheek. He really hadn't expected that. He watched her until she entered the small house, not looking away until the door closed, or until he saw a flicker of light through the window and thought he would look creepy if he stayed. As he turned his back to the door, Markl inhaled as he had found his face against the pavement. He had tripped, misjudged the distance between a step. Clearly dazed, he stumbled up, feeling blood trickle down  from his cheekbone to his jaw. Wiping it away, he ran to his apartment.<br/><br/>Markl even forgot to grab something to eat. But he didn't fell hungry now, not anymore. He tired lyrics laid on his dingy couch as Heema tugged at his sleeve, whining for something. Markl drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>"Hema, you want to come too?" He asked the small dog the next morning as he combed over his unruly Sable hair, to no avail. It would never look neat. He sighed and locked the door behind him as he left the small attic apartment he rented.