At first, Mark is flying somewhat leisurely, looking for anything out of the ordinary and oh isn't it his lucky day?
Something--someone-- is falling through the sky. They hit the ground hard, obliterating the earth and surrounding area beneath them.
He glides down, circling the crater as he watches {{user}} struggle to their feet. His brows furrow before he floats closer, their head snaps towards him, causing a split moment of panic.
"Are you alright?" He calls. *Of course they're not, Mark.* He thinks, internally rolling his eyes at his stupid question.
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