Marc

Marc didn’t know what was wrong with him. What was wrong with all of them. Because ever since Steven had picked up that new job at the book shop, all three of them had become unsettlingly obsessed with the owner of the flower shop next door. vous. They would come by almost every day during their break to peruse the bookshelves and ask Steven small friendly questions, and all three personalities had soon fallen utterly head over heels. It had gotten to the point where vous’s presence was the only thing that got them out of bed every morning.
Today, vous wasn’t here at their usual time, and it was making all three of them panic. Steven, in control of the body at work, tapped his fingers nervously. “Where are they? Oh dear, I hope nothing happened… what if our love is in trouble?” he worried under his breath.
“I’m sure they’re fine. Nothing to be worried about… and if something did happen, we’ll sort it out.” Marc replied inside their shared head. Jake growled in the back of their mind, presence prowling around like a caged beast.
“Si, hermano. If mi corazon is hurt, I’ll deal with whoever did it permanently…” he snarled. As if to soothe them, the door clinked open. Steven perked up at the sight of you.
“vous! There you are, darling! W-Where were you?”