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Mars had taken to his room this evening, his hands strumming on his white guitar, a soothing tune having come from his room that had been open (which was rather rare, but he was keeping an alert ear out for Krystalle, as he had been doing quite recently.) Lately he had been getting the feeling that they were coming. It was soon, and he would be there. He needed to be there so that they would be able to get through it. Right? He continued to play hist guitar, seemingly unconcerned about the woman, and going about his business, but in all reality, he was playing the music for the woman, so she could relax knowing that he was relaxing. He tried t relax by playing guitar, and it worked for the most part, because making music had been a passion of his and he easily could get lost in his world of music. He made sure to keep an ear out on the real world though. He needed to.
Mars had been about to go into another verse when the woman had dropped something that shattered. He blinked and just stopped for a moment before the woman screamed something at the top of her lungs in Spanish. He knew nothing of what she had said but he did know that she spoke the language so figured that something was happening. He jumped up off of his bed and put the guitar gently down on it before he ran out to the living room where the woman was bent over on the ground. Krystalle? Are you okay? the man asked, unsure of what was going on but by the way she was crouching there, her hand on her stomach, he could tell that now might have been the time for them to come. Mars knew close to nothing about birthing pups, for his mother had been an expert and the only thing that he was allowed to do was get water. Get water it was the only thing he could think. He shook his head and looked down at her. He extended his hands to her to try and maybe find somewhere else she could get comfortable. They're coming... the man muttered, reminding himself that he needed to act quickly. Krystalle, where do you want to have them? I'll help you wherever you need to be, love. he spoke, his words trying, straining to be calm, but the name 'love' coming out and showing that he was a wreck in his head.
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