NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY && captured.

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]♦ — marko's apathy was an entirely different brand than, say, cat's. he was more hitchhiker's-guide-to-the-galaxy-brand of apathy, whereas she was more... some depressing book that he never would've had the patience to read. nothing mattered, so why not? he didn't really care for many people outside of cat, alex, and rialto; sure, he gained crushes on just about every hunk that showed up in town, but he never really gained much of an emotional attachment to anyone. he liked messing with people, and growing attached would make it harder to fuck around.

but, wait, this wasn't about cat not caring about things in a different way than how marko didn't care about things. this was about marko being extremely bored, enough so that he'd ran out of birdseed and was now looking for an alex to bother.

the undertaker was a little shocked when alex and some dude he was pretty sure he recognized went by the building he was sitting on top of, seemingly talking about him. that was odd. sure, he was leader, but... he was also just another vampire.

taking a hard landing on the unkept pavement behind them, marko grinned at the pair. "i heard i'm needed?" he asked, giggling deviously. he had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on, but he figured he might as well enjoy it. sure, later he might be the slightest bit unhappy, but the vampire had no way of knowing that.