"Mark, where are you?" you asked, walking around the house to search for your missing boyfriend. You couldn't find him anywhere. You had a stressful day at work, and you really couldn't deal with this right now.
"I'm right here, baby!" he exclaimed, and you spun around. Right in front of you was the great Markiplier... without any pants. You faced palmed, and sighed,
"Mark, put some pants on, please."
"No! I don't wanna!" he shouted, crossing his arms in refusal.
"Mark, seriously."
"HOME IS WHERE THE PANTS AREN'T!" he just screamed at the top of his lungs, running away. You couldn't help but giggle at his silliness.
"You're such a five-year-old," you smiled. Mark peeked out from behind a corner.
"I am not!" he denied, sticking out his tongue. "I'm a five-year-old with no pants!"
"Mark," you warned tiredly. You were starting to get a headache. He sighed, and slipped on some sweatpants.
"Alright, babe. I'm all seriousness now," he told you, looking at you with chocolate eyes. You rolled your eyes. "I promise, I'm done with the silliness!" he assured you, raising his right hand. Then a smile crossed his face. "But Chica isn't!" He picked up the golden retriever, and saw that Mark had somehow managed to put a shirt on her... yet no pants. Her eyes looked at you unblinkingly, almost as if saying,
"Why do you leave me alone with this strange man?" You laughed, and kissed his cheek, then ruffled your pup's fur.
"Both you and Chica are five-year-olds," you muttered, and sat down on the couch. Mark sat down beside you.
"Yeah... but we're your five-year-olds," he grinned.
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