Chapter 117
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But Mark didn't let his disdain for Casper be known and instead matched the man's jovial tone. "Thanks to you I slept like sleeping beauty! And how are you? Did you already think of a knew game for us?" Despite the pleasant tone in his voice Mark's lips didn't curl up and were pressed into a thin line.
"I'm so overjoyed that you asked! I do have these few amazing plans written out, one of them is where-"
Mark muted our side so that he could curse under his breath without it being heard by Casper, "That incessantly talking motherfucking snowflake." He groaned as he dragged his hand down his face. "This will take a while." He exasperated, hinting at Casper's ceaseless chatter.
Taking this chance I opened my mouth as I queried, "Why do you have Casper's phone number?"
Mark sighed. "Didn't I tell that I knew him since high school and that I had worked with him for a short period?" He answered, shutting his eyes firmly, using his index fingers to draw soothing circles at his temple against Casper's excited voice that tore through the phone as he was still explaining one of his deadly plans to us, causing him a soaring headache.
I narrowed my eyes. "So are you telling me that he hasn't changed his phone number once in all those years? And even if he didn't change his number why do you still have it?" I casted a skeptical eye at him. Mark patted me on my head like he would do to a child and hushed quietly, "Sshht. That's not important what's important right now is that I am going to resolve this peacefully just like you wanted."
"But-!" I started, not wanting to let go of this matter hastily, but was swiftly cut off by Casper.
"Helloooo?" He sang loudly, dragging out the 'o'. "Mark dear I really hope that I haven't been talking to myself all this time. It's awfully quiet on the other side~"
Before Mark unmuted us he gave me a look that told me to not make a sound and responded to Casper, "No, no~ I was just so astonished at one of your brilliant plans were you would sell our organs to the black market at the end."
Dark chuckles could be heard above the static noise. "Okay, okay let's cease these fruitless prattle and tell me why you called me before you're obnoxious acting is going to make me want to hurl."
"I want a truce." The sarcastic playfulness in Mark's voice has dissipated, revealing a detached and clinical tone, matching his stoic expression.
Silence filled the room before a dry cackle from the other line reverberated, making it seem as if the small calling device was quacking inside Mark's hand. "God that was comical, and why would I form a truce with you?" He questioned, the turbulence in his voice still vibrant as he was trying to catch his breath.
With a stoic expression, not bothered by the condescending laughter of Casper Mark started, "I have few reasons," His apathetic expression was then overtaken by a vindictive one, the corner of his lips tugged in to a grin as he continued, "But the biggest reason may be because you'll be able to finally find a certain person again. You know the person whose name you've been using this whole time."
My brows knitted together in confusion and once again silence reigned the room. What's going on?
"Where is he?" Casper's voice that came out softly was filled with underlying threats that made every fiber in my body clamp up. His molted anger full of enmity seeping out of the phone, turning the whole ambience dark as if the opacity inside the room has been lowered down, but Mark was unaffected by the ominous mood of Casper. The grin on his face was only more uplifted, exposing his milky-white teeth and I knew that he was taking pleasure in this.
"I am pretty shocked that you haven't found him yet. If only you knew how close by he was. Such a pity that you'll never know since you sound so disinterested in this truce." Mark shook his head in disappointment as he breathed out overly exaggerated, but then shrugged. "Oh well! Have a good day!" He said before hanging up.
Mark closed his eyes, releasing a sigh. His face was plastered with a satisfied smile as he leaned back, the back of his head touching the wall. "Fuck that felt good." He turned his face to the side, his beaming eyes aimed at me. "You're right kitten, I should have talked it out with him a long time ago." He said with a shit-eating-grin.
My eyes widens in shock and I unknowingly blurted out with a voice that was dosed with worry, "Why did you hang up!?"
"Sshh." Mark hushed as he patted my head. "I'm trying to sort this out for you."
I glowered at him and swatted his hand away. "Don't "sshh" me! It only seems to me that you're trying to worsen the situation and who was this person that you spoke of to Casper?"
Before Mark could answer me a boisterous buzz resonated throughout the room. I tore my eyes away from Mark and looked down at the phone to see a notification of a message that was written in full caps: WHERE IS HE? And I didn't had to second guess from who that message was.
Mark didn't give an indication that he would reply to Casper's message and instead smiled as he put his phone face down on his lap as it began to vibrate incessantly.
I glared incredulously at Mark. "Seriously?" Can he be any more immature?
With both of his hands up, their palms facing heavenward he rose up his shoulders, shrugging as he gave me an obtuse look. "You have to play hard-to-get to get a successful relationship, don't you know that?"
"You don't play hard-to-get with me." I commented as I quirked my eyebrow.
He winked at me and responded, "That's because we are already in a successful relationship."
Not a minute passed by before the phone rang again, requesting FaceTime. My nerves getting the best of me I moved to take the phone, but Mark thrusted the phone up away from me while placing his other hand against my shoulder to obstruct my body from coming closer to the phone.
"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed.
