Marcus felt like he stepped out of a hot shower when the lessons of the day were over. Truly sharpshooting and a little programming was the way to spend a quiet afternoon. The professor, once he realised what Marcus’ semblance could do, had actually made him work by hand, an approach Marcus had not even considered once. Ni turned out to be right though, as the manual work made Marcus realise what a horrible clunky mess he made mentally with stray thoughts scattered everywhere throughout his programs. He’d been so absorbed in what the man had to show him Marcus barely even greeted his teammates in the lesson, too absorbed in work. Once the assignments were done he started to overhaul the programming for the Unsubtle’s various systems, ironing out kinks he had never even realised were there in the first place. 

Like his old mechanics teacher told him, simplicity was the hardest.

After the lesson Marcus disappeared into his garage for the standard day to day maintenance on the Unsubtle. After that he settled in MODA’s dorm for some paperwork and finally, more code work. His coat and hat were set aside for the moment, on his bed neatly folded with millimetre precision. As Oswald came in Marcus was still engrossed with the screen and barely looked up.

“The morning aside surprisingly soothing and informative, thank you. How's your injury by the way? I've thought of putting MODA up for light mission work, but we'll need medical clearance.” the officer replied absent-mindedly. Then Marcus processed what he had seen on Oswald’s chest and did a double take.

“Also wow. Those scars look painful. Ritualistic?” he asked.