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Blink. Sharp inhale. Blink. Slow, painful exhale. Bartholomew was back in the house again. Just like everyday he decided to take the body. Something in the air yelled Bartholomew today, so the man was quick to take over. Bart woke up in the middle of Mars playing his white guitar downstairs in the living room. There had been no altercation between the two, Mars willingly stepping aside for Bartholomew to take over and look around dumbly for a minute before getting up from where he was sitting. There was another sharp inhale before the man had set the guitar on the wall, safe from falling over so that Mars would not bitch at him later for it. Bart looked to his door, and there was a tapping. He cocked his head. Was Mars expecting someone? Mars never normally had people over, and he didn't have too many friends (though there had been some time where Mars was seen with more than one person. Bart figured that it was because of some other reason than just having friends over. The crowd didn't look like the ones Mars would hang with.) and was as elusive as a snow leopard once was to humans. Bart thought about who could be there for some time, and he moved through the house as silently as he could so that the one at his door would not see him or his shadow. His head cocked lightly as he tried to scent who it was through the door. No luck though, the wind was not blowing against his door, so the smell did not sink into the door,and if he was too close to the door, then the person on the other side would be able to see his shadow behind the door, and they would probably hear the old floorboards that were by the doorway. He couldn't see the one through the front window either, since they were too close to the door. He snorted lightly before he had decided that he might as well just answer it.
Bartholomew walked up to the door and he turned the handle with his hand and pulled it open slowly, a steel blue eye peeking at who it was as he opened the door. Who he saw was a surprise, and hisjaw dropped as he looked and saw that large blonde and black mohawk. He then looked at the woman,her and her pink eyes, and a warm smile brought itself across his lips. He swung the rest of the door open and he had jumped out of it and he threw his arms around the woman in a possessive embrace. Well lookit who's here! It mah pretty little Kriss-kriss!! the man spoke, his voice littered with little chuckles as he had spoken to the Californian chica. Ya' see where Mars be takin' us? Ta'fuckin cold-assville! I thin'he got tired of da' heatin Cali, little Krissy. Bart spoke to the woman, grin plastered on his bi-colored maw. Bartholomew then looked to the woman's company, her Senorita! Bart smiled and reached a hand out to the mare and pet her once she allowed him to. Senorita! Ya' look as beautifuls as always, my equine friend! the man complimented.
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| mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality:Bartholomew Cubbins |