The only people for me are the mad ones.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 04-25-2012, 07:10 PM

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ooc: halalalaaaaaa. Speaking of "brothers" Tongue P (honestly, I love it when Mars argues with himself, it's all too much fun having him just flip out on himself.) +11?(1151)

He didn't know what to think of himself. He knew what he had done. He was waiting now. Just waiting for that visit, and even Krystalle knew something was up with Mars, but she was not able to get him to spill the beans. The Quiet Man had been just that, quiet. It's been three weeks since anyone really heard him say more than three words at one time. Amon and Paz both had asked the male what the matter was, and Krystalle was starting to actually worry about the man. She recorded his behavior in her book, and she kept a close eye on the Russo man because apparently she was missing an important piece to this puzzle of why Mars was acting so....petrified. There was something inside of him that was glad that he did it though, that did not regret his decision to be physically with the woman. Not only that, but during the entire thing, the male felt like it was so right for him to be on top of her, and to be with her. He was majorily conflicted with himself, because he didn't know how to tell Amon and Paz, much less Krystalle. He already knew that the woman was going to have a fit when she found out, but he also was afraid that Amon and Paz might think that he was trying to replace them with new children or something. Truth was, they were a mistake. The ones he made with Orin were almost purposely made. Mostly because Mars let it happen when he could have told himself no. Like that would have worked anyways.

He had a cigarette in his mouth as he sat there. Krystalle had taken Amon and Paz out for some reason or another, and Mars let them go without any problems. Beforehand though, Krystalle had made a pot of tea for the man. He sat there with a cup and the cigarette and he just simply stared out of the kitchen window. The window had been broken ever since he moved back into the place, but he knew when he lived there before that the kitchen window was just dirty, but not damaged. He figured that either the snow storm did it, or someone had broken into his house after he left. The shape that the house was left in did suggest the latter though so he sat there and thought about what kind of idiot would break into an almost empty house that had some constructual imperfections that were noticable from the outside. The husky-wolf puffed on his cigarette and sipped his tea, but even tea time had to be ruined by someone. Whoaaa, am I hearing dis right? Bartholomew spoke, his loud mouth voicing itself before he even materialized in the living room and walked over to the table that Mars was sitting at. Mars said nothing. Ya' finally got dat Orin girl in bed with you? AND she might be pregnant? Bartholomew asked, but did not wait for the answers, because he knew them, because he already picked the thoughts from Mars' brain. Bartholomew cackled and took the cigarette from Mars' maw and took a drag of it.

Mars wasn't entertained though, and he let a snarl form on his maw and his eyes narrowed on the other male. I swear if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, Bartholomew. threatened the wolfdog with a middle finger extended at the other male. ANYTIME MARSY-BOY! yelled Bartholomew at the top of his lungs, with a deep and long cackle that echoed through the empty house and out of the broken windows. FUCK YOU BARTHOLOMEW. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE! yelled Mars in retailiation. Truth is Marsy-boy, You can't fucking EXIST without me! I'm not going fucking anywhere. Bartholomew teased with another long cackle. He pretty much was rolling on the ground, he was laughing so damn hard. Mars felt more eyes on him. He stopped everything and just looked around. He looked for that devilish smile in the shadows. That was Hurricane. The smile in the shadows. With those same ice blue eyes that they all had. Why did they all have those haunting eyes? Mars did not find it though, and so he paid attention to Bartholomew again.

As the man was arguing with himself inside the house, (Bart and Mars just continued to go at it, with threats and giggles flying all around) he obviously was unaware with what was happening outside. His animals were outside, as they normally were, and Axel was the first to look down the street to see Orin on top of Spot, the mare that was here a few times. The ram wagged his tail happily and started to trot over to Spot and Orin, but stopped when he got a little too far from the house. Vox moved out towards the road as well, but he also moved out in front of the kitchen window and into Mars' view. Vox threw his head in a greeting as the woman started to come closer and closer to the house. Axel followed behind Spot when she went past him and he baaed up at Orin about six times in a row. It was his greeting, as well as him wanting her attention because last time he didn't get as much attention as he would have liked. The attention seeking bastard sheep.

Mars snapped out of it when Vox came galloping up to the kitchen window and he stuck his head in and whinnied at Mars. He blinked at the stallion and cocked his head at the beast. What? Mars asked with a gruff voice. The stallion removed his head from the window and gave a motion as if he wanted Mars to follow him. Mars put out the cigarette on the tabletop (like an asshole) and he got up from his seat and went to his front door. He stood in the front door with his shoulder leaning into the door frame. Vox came up to the door and waited for his master and when he saw him he grabbed his shirt with his teeth and pulled at it. When Vox finally moved out of the way, he saw the pink haired woman. He cocked his head. Orin? he asked, wondering if this was an elaborate trick that his mind was playing.

Welcome back. How are things? he asked as he moved from the door frame to greet the woman at her steed. The welcome was almost natural, but he did have a questioning look on his face, one that said that he might know what was happening before it happened, but he tried to act as cool as possible. The life of an actor, is it not?

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