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Fix My Mechanical Heart

Kiora smiled softly and pecked Mark's cheek as they reached the dressing room, and she let go of his hand and walked into the changing room.
 
Mark went over to the men's change room, spending a few minutes inside before emerging in his original attire with his bag slung over his shoulder as he wanted for Kiora.
 
Mark smiled back at Kiora and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Yeah. Let's head home," he told her, leading them outside of the dome and back into the city, where the sun was beginning to set and gave the sky an orange tint.
 
Kiora smiled as they walked though the streets, swinging his hand as they walked. But soon enough, she heard the click of a camera, and her head snapped to the right. In the alleyway, there was a bunch of paparazzi.
 
Mark chuckled as Kiora swung his hand, walking with a smile still on his face until several flashes from the corner of his eye blinded him. He noticed that a wave of paparazzi was lurking in the alley and he groaned irritably as he tugged Kiora along with him, starting to run along the sidewalk. "Come on. I don't want these creeps following us home," he urged.
 
Kiora nodded softly and started running as well, keeping pace with him as they ran though the street. She could hear clicks behind her, but she didn't look back at him.
 
"These guys don't know when to give up..." Mark muttered under his breath, sharply rounding another corner before cutting down an alleyway, making another turn here and there before slowing his pace a bit as he looked over his shoulder. "Okay. I think we've managed to lose them."
 
Kiora followed him, and slowed down as he did, panting softly. "I think we lost them." She said, "But we should hurry home."
 
Mark nodded in response. "Yeah, let's go," he agreed, pulling her along once more and picking up his pace slightly while walking.
 
Kiora kept walking with him, soon reaching the apartment. She quickly darted inside and heaved a sigh, starting to walk up the stairs.
 
Mark chuckled lightly at the sigh Kiora let out, her hand still in his as they walked up the stairs to their apartment room. "Finally, we're back home."
 
Looking over at Kiora with his thumb hooked under the strap of his bag, Mark grinned as he quietly stared at her for a while, saying something under his breath as he went to go put his bag away.
 
Kiora heard a faint whisper, and she opened one eye, seeing Mark walk away. She smiled happily and walked after him, smiling softly.
 
Interestingly enough, Mark didn't hear Kiora following behind him and simply entered his room on his own, the door left open as he tossed his bag aside and flopped onto the bed with a relaxed sigh, his eyes closed while he folded his hands over his chest.
 
Mark opened his eyes when he felt something fall to the bed beside him, looking over and smiling when he saw Kiora. "Hey there, princess," he said in a soft tone.
 
Mark planted a kiss on the top of Kiora's head, rubbing her shoulder gently while looking at her with a smile.
 
"You're the best thing that anyone could ever ask for," Mark whispered, letting his eyes close shut again and turning his head to one side of his pillow, his arm remaining draped over Kiora's shoulders.
 
Kiora smiled and snuggled into her fiancé quietly, her eyes closed. "Well I am the luckiest girl alive to have you."
 
Mark let out a soft hum, letting a smile cross his lips once more. "As a guy, I can say the same about you," he murmured. It wasn't long before he then fell asleep in his fiancée's embrace, his chest rising and falling steadily.
 

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