Ｓｔｏｉｃ [ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇʟʟ's s/ᴍʙ] {DISCONTINUED}

🚬 Five Cigarettes 🚬

Markell finally looked relaxed as he sat on his couch, cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth as usual. One could see a small smile on his face as he watched the television. As he went to change the channel, he noticed his journal next to him.

The Dane sighed softly to himself as he knew well who had put it there and for what reason. Despite being reluctant, he still picked up his pen and began to write.

Journal,

The wound finally healed. Seemed there was a bit of a buffer for me when it came to my wound healing. Yet another scar to add to my numerous ones. But, that doesn't matter. Moving on.

Loki was being a mother hen because of the recent events. Wasn't his usual self. Truth be told, I wasn't a fan. A smile suits him much better. Luckily, Arnold and I got him to smile again. I'm glad we did. I could tell Arnold was too. But anyway, that's about all. Not sure why Emily wanted me to update. Oh well.