“Okay…”, Markus mumbled and nodded lightly. He had a lot of scars on him, though mostly on his arms. There were a few faded bonding marks on his neck still, though he didn’t smell like he was bonded with anyone at the moment.
He shifted, a little uncomfortable with knowing Agnes could see his scars. He hoped she would at least not ask.
Agnes respected his privacy. She didn’t care about his past. She just washed him quietly, humming to herself while she did. After a while, the water was very dirty but Markus was very clean. She got him out of the water, them dried him with a towel.
After she was done cleaning him, she smiled. “Are you hungry at all?”
Markus was glad for the silence. He didn’t want to be asked anything about himself too much, he wanted to keep his past to himself. It was obvious enough anyways.
He thanked her quietly when she helped him out and dried him off, holding the towel close to himself. “Not… not really..”, he mumbled quietly.
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