ooc: Mars makes things awkward. Pped krystalle alittle bit since she'd be accompanying him. +7
Being next door to the pregnant woman meant that if Mars had his windows open, he could hear everything that was going on. The screaming from the incidents outside to the rushing of people to the door of the woman's bookshop. He had been sitting around in his room, working on some sewing, when everything started to go down. He'd ignored most of it, all until he started to hear the commotion of her door opening and closing and the sounds of muffles voices. Bartholomew was getting antsy as well for some reason, him pacing around the room and looking out the window several times. Why the man was antsy was beyond him. Maybe it was because Mars had been trying to remain as calm as he could. He tried to push it off as an everyday thing. Like Alphas fucking subordinates was an everyday thing. No matter how hard he tried not to be sour about it, the whole ordeal still bothered the shit out of him, and the more he thought about it, the harder he was sewing. It got to a point where Mars' eyes crossed in frustration and he poked his hand with the sewing needle. FUCKING BULLSHIT. the man yelled at the top of his lungs before he had let a sigh pass his lips and he looked at Bartholomew. Go the fuck away. the man spoke to the other. For some reason, Bartholomew did not say a word and he simply left.
Mars put his head down on his arms and he leaned on his desk. He breathed a few times before he had heard a knock on his door. It was gentle, and Mars immediately knew who it was. It was Krystalle. Mars sighed lightly before he pulled himself together, putting a cool exterior on his face before he had looked at his hand that was pricked. It had drawn blood, only a little bit though and he rubbed a cloth on it to make the blood go away before he had gotten up from his chair and he moved towards his locked door. Clawed hand unlocked it and then he opened it to peek out at the pink eyed woman that had taken residence at his house. We have to go next door. Orin's due. the man simply spoke to the woman before he opened the door more and he had pushed his way past her.
She was over excited about the puppies, while Mars had his cool exterior on, uncaring it seemed like. It killed him inside though. It really did. The man had found himself not wanting to face the woman in his optime form though. He moved to the a room where the californian woman could not see him. He took his clothes off and put them in a corner before he had shifted down to his secui form. Once down in that form, he walked with his tail curled over his back, and his stocky, sturdy form had emerged from the room. He looked to the mohawked woman to open doors for him now. Why he didn't do it himself? Because he felt like if he had the fingers to do it, he'd want to light up a cigarette at the moment, and he didn't really have time for that. He looked to her, the same cold look ove rhis face before he moved towards the door. Once Krystalle got herself together, she would open the door and he would leave through the door and walk up towards Orin's place. It took only thirty seconds of walking before he would approach her door and Krystalle would open it to let Mars and herself in. Once they were inside of the house, Mars lead them to where she would be at and where everyone was crowded. Only Skye, Sky, Shawchert, and some fellow Mars had yet to meet. Mars approached and poked his husky-ish head through the group. He looked at the three puppies and his head cocked. They looked like him. They were definitely Shaw's, like there was any doubt that they weren't. Mars tried not to let his disgust show by putting on the actor's mask that he normally wore. Do they have names yet..Orin? Mars asked, his voice as cool and calm as it normally was.
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