OOC: sorry for the wait.
The woman had been doing good, she had said, and she would thank him before she would ask him how he was doing. Mars gave an actor's smile and nodded his head as his mouth let out a simple sentence. I'm doing pretty good. the man was quick to let the words smoothly fall from his tongue and float in the air to the woman's beige ears. He walked along with the woman, faux smile just sitting there on his maw as she had lead him to the garden she had been growing. When they had made it to the garden, Mars was surprised to see green as much as he did. There was more green than there was brown on the plants, and there was barely any brown. Mars looked at the plants with his icy blue eyes. He looked at the woman then, steel eyes rising to her. She had started to point at the plants and explain which were what plants. Mars had gone ahead and taken a seat to the right of the woman, and he put his guitar on his lap. He then started to strum it softly, and he watched the woman do her gardening. Did you need me to help you with anything? Or did you just want the company? the man asked, wondering if there was anything specific that he needed to do.
Mars then decided to comment on her plants, and to think about what else she might have. He thought about it before asking her, simply because he wanted to think about it before so. Do you think you are going to be growing wheat? the man asked, wondering if she was going to be growing this plant so he could perhaps get a some bread for him to be able to make sandwiches and whatnot. Mars liked bread, and so did Bartholomew, so having no wheat to make flour so that they could make bread had been rather frustrating to the American. Until she would tell him he would need to get up, Mars would sit there, playing his guitar and giving the woman a nice melody to to garden her plants with. He sat there and watched her though as he had played the guitar, his mind mulling over this woman and who exactly she was. Mars had sat there and let his mouth be silent for the time being. He'd let the song play to her, letting her listen to the sound of his guitar. He'd yet to sing, for it was not time in the song to add the words. It was a solemn song, one that matched the mood of her gardening on a winter morning, just as she was. The musician had made sure that he was able to match the mood with his guitar, simply because he needed something to play to, didn't he? Her being with the plants would provide something other than just the plants. That and Mars believed that playing music to the plant would help them grow. He'd to it all the time for the wheat fields back when he was in California.
Miss Skye....Are you an artist too? the man would randomly ask, wondering if she did anything artist-like since she was in a pack surrounded by them. It'd be weird to be one who does not know art in a pack that is based on art, but if they were warriors then maybe Mars could believe that they would be useful. Then again, it didn't seem like CdA would have a problem with other packs. On the foot of it all, they could have a problem and need warriors so it would be good to have them. Mars then realized that maybe it wouldn't be weird to have others in the pack. He wondered slightly how that system worked. He didn't know if he cared enough to really ask Skye how it worked, so he saved the thought for later, if they ran out of things to talk about.
Am I supposed to be happy, when all I ever wanted comes with a price? the man sang the first line of his song..
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| mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality: Mars Russo |