"Almost done," Dark said softly, being extremely careful as he stitched Anti's gunshot wound shut. The male winced, nodding slightly as he tried his best to ignore the pain. "Thank you," he mumbled, Dark glancing at him before looking back at the task at hand. "You don't need to thank me," Dark responded, finishing the stitch. "Good boyfriends help each other, don't they?" Anti felt his heart flutter at his words, still getting giddy at the fact Dark was now his boyfriend. He smiled slightly, nodding as a response. Dark grabbed the scissors, carefully cutting the thread before pulling back. "Alright, both sides are stitched up. Lemme just wrap it up real quick," Dark said, Anti nodding again. Dark reached into the first aid kit, grabbing the roll of bandage wrap and unraveling it. He carefully grabbed Anti's arm, gently wrapping the cloth around his wound. Once he had done this a couple of times, he snipped the cloth and neatly tucked it in. "Just try not to get it wet when you shower," he hummed, locking his eyes with Anti's. Anti smirked, deciding now he could finally fuck around with Dark. "I dunno...that tempts me to get it wet," he responded, Dark squinting his eyes at Anti as a tiny smile formed on his lips. "Fine, but I'm not fixing it again if you mess it up," he replied, earning a soft chuckle from Anti.

          Dark pulled the baggy pale yellow t-shirt over his head, running a hand through his raven colored locks. He bit his lip slightly, beginning to think. He knew that he and Anti would be wanted criminals...how would he draw attention away from them? He then glanced over to Anti beside him, who was digging around in the sink cabinet. He furrowed his brows, looking. "What're you doing?" He asked, Anti pulling back. He had two small boxes in his hands, holding them up. "Hair dye," he said, looking at the box of dark sea-green hair dye. It was a big difference in shade compared to his pale green hair. "I also found clippers. I was thinking we'd get a bit of a change before bed."
          "Hmm..," Dark hummed. "What colors?" He asked, Anti setting the boxes down and continuing to search. "Uhhh....blue, purple, pink...oh, and dark red," he responded. He pulled the box out, holding it up. Dark took the box of red hair dye from Anti, examining it. "...Maybe streaks of red?" He asked himself aloud, looking at himself in the mirror. He loved the color of his hair, and was finally growing confidence with the strands of his white hair. But it would only be a matter of time before someone noticed his hair, thus resulting in him and Anti being caught. He didn't want that to happen. "I think that'd look cool," Anti commented, Dark looking back at him. "I can help you with it if you want," he continued, Dark hesitantly nodding. "Alright," he replied.

          "Okay, stay still," Dark said, carefully grabbing Anti's bottom lip as he held a safety pin. His hair had bleached streaks in them, Anti's still having his hair dye in it. Anti glanced up at the ceiling to try and deter from paying attention to the pin, wincing slightly as Dark pushed it into his lip. He left it there as he reached down, grabbing a snake bite that he had previously wiped with alcohol. He gently pulled the pin out, putting the snake bite in it's place. "One down, one to go," he hummed, Anti nodding slightly. He could faintly taste metal from the both the puncture and the piercing. He winced again as Dark repeated the process on the other side of his lip, pulling back and looking over his work. "Lookin' good," he complimented as he grinned, Anti's cheeks being dusted a pale pink color as he giggled.

          Two males entered the mall, the tallest one having an arm wrapped around the shorter one. The tallest wasn't that much taller than him, only a few inches. He had dark sea green hair, his accessories consisting of black snake bites and a chain necklace. He wore a white long-sleeve, a black band shirt being over it. Black ripped jeans hugged his lower half, a pair of black converse being on his feet. The shorter male had black hair with Dark red streaks in it, accessories being a pair of black cross earrings, a pair of black glasses with the lenses popped out, and a couple of rings on each hand. He wore a baggy black Nirava shirt and a black jacket that was half zipped. He, too, wore black ripped jeans, as well as a pair of boots. The shorter male looked around enthusiastically, a tiny smile being on his face. It had been so long since he had been to a mall. It was like a kid in a candy store. "Wow..," he breathed, catching his boyfriend's attention. He smiled softly, knowing how happy it made the shorter male to finally be free after seven years. He glanced around, eyes landing on a nearby Starbucks. "Hey, wanna get coffee?" He asked, the red and black haired male looking up at him. "Uh...sure. I've never had it before," he admitted. The taller male looked back down at him, wearing a look of confusion. "Seriously? Babe, you're missin' out," he replied, earning a giggle from his boyfriend and they made their way to get some bean juice.

          Marvin giggled as he leaned back in Host's arm, feeling him press his lips against his head gently. He couldn't help but allow the TV to draw his attention away from his friends, furrowed his brows lightly. His ocean blue eyes widened slightly as a familiar face popped up on the screen. Was...that Anti?
          "Jackie," he spoke, his masked friend looking over at him. "Yeah, Marv?" He asked, taking notice of the serious look on Marvin's face. "Turn the TV up. Quick," he replied, eyes never leaving the screen. "Uhhhh," Jackie said, quickly turning to look for the remote. Chase looked as well, sitting up slightly to see if it was near hum. "Here– I got it," Wiflord chimed in, quickly pointing the remote at the TV and turning up the volume."
          "Twenty–three year old Andrew Jones Septiceye has broken out of the D.C.A. as of last night, as well as Damien Wayne Iplier." An image of another male popped up on screen. Andrew's photo was of him with a bloodied lip, a shit-eating grin being plastered on his face. Damien, however, had a cold expression on his face. He glared into the camera in his mugshot. The photos were bound to scare most people. "The D.C.A. requests that if you see these males, you get to safety and contact authorities IMMEDIATELY. They are extremely dangerous individuals."
          Marvin's mouth was slightly agape, tears being in his shocked eyes. "H...He's alive," he breathed, his friends turning to look at him. For the past four years, he was under the assumption that his brother was dead. It was as if at that moment, he found a thread of hope. Not only that, but it was as if so many emotions were dumped on him at once.
          "You okay..?" Chase asked, exchanging looks with Wilford and Jackie. Marvin glanced at the ground, tears threatening to fall down his face. "I....I–I need a minute," he shakily spoke, quickly standing and rushing to the front door. Host stood as well, quickly following his distraught boyfriend.