ever so lightly, he touched down on a nearby high-rise building, unable to help folding his arms over his chest.
well, Mark was *alive. that was important. that was what he was concerned about, actually. . .
maybe Nolan owed him an *actually apology too but. . .
ha! yikes. β
πΆα΄Ι΄Ιͺ - π΄α΄Ι΄
Mark was on his usual surveillance, making sure everything was in order around his cityβ¦
β Man.. If I was a murder villain with instant death abilitiesβ¦ where would I be?β¦β
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Nolan's presence was not welcome back on Earth, he knew. nor did he think he deserved to *be back.
but he'd heard rumours across the stars, and dreadful ones at that. he found it necessary to check on @neheriyet.bsky.social, even from a distance. to be spotted was not the plan.
