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She mused that the two should collaborate on a song. He chuckled lightly. She had a particular charm to her little innocence. She had gotten him to smile, and it was slightly hard to get him to have any other look on his face other than submission or neutrality. If we find a music store, then we can look for a drum, and if we find one, we can play louder. So the whole neighborhood could hear. Mars spoke. He liked the idea of playing loud, getting their voices out there, entertaining the pack in some way. Put on a show. Mars always did like to put on a tragic tale, or a hopeless romance for the crowds. He was an actor, musician, sometimes he thought he was a god, able to do anything that he put his mind to. Well, no.. actually, that was more of Bart. He thought that he was a god at times, having that slightly innocent ignorance to him.
When they had left the yard, the woman looked back to the stallion, whom stayed where he was standing, watching the two wolvens leaving. The stallion figured that (with the look back that Mars had given) that he was to stay here where he was. The horse needed to rest anyways, they had a rough ride this morning and they Mars himself was even tired. He would entertain the woman though. She already asked for him to come along, and him being tired wasn't going to stop him he figured. Bartholomew looked at Mars as the two had gotten farther and farther before he finally ran up to the gate and vaulted over it and then made his way slowly behind the other two, taking his sweet old time. Mars could handle the woman for now. Mars will start to scream in his mind if he couldn't handle the woman. Mars, himself, walked alongside the woman through the neighborhoods, by the time they reached the shops, his cigarette was long gone.
When the two went into the costume store, Mars was looking through the clothing, when the woman had run up to him and plopped a fedora on his head. Mismatched audits were pressed down inside of the hat and the woman had stepped back and looked at him. He head a confused look on his face for a moment. Looks good, keep it! the woman spoke. Does it match my jacket? he immediately asked before the woman had smoothed out a mirror for him to look at himself. Have a look. the woman told him and he did what he was told, his fingers running along the rim of the fedora as he modeled it in the mirror to himself, the woman long gone and off looking at other things. He decided that he would keep it and he finally was able to peel his eyes from the mirror when the woman had come out in a dress. His jaw dropped lightly, finding the yellow dress to be beautiful on the woman. He had a bright look in his eye as he looked at the woman. He then looked away almost shamefully. That is a beautiful dress. It looks amazing on you. the male spoke, looking over to the armor, picking up the rusted ones and throwing them to the side. The woman dramatically told him to put some on and be her prince charming. Mars looked back at her. I'd have to take the fedora off, you know, knights wore helmets, not fedoras. the male spoke, finding himself a breastplate, some shoulder gear, and a skirt; the roman armor for the militia. He took the fedora from his head and the jacket from his back, as well as his pants from his hips. For the moment that he was naked in front of the woman, she would be able to see the multitude of scars that littered his arms and legs, as well as the large words "MARS" carved into his skin. He slipped on the breastplate, the skirt (since it was attached to the breastplate) had come down over his hips, and covering his groin. The chain mail on the shoulders wasn't something that was Mars' style, and he had already thought of a way that he could make it better. He wouldn't do it now though since he didn't have the right materials. Instead, he looked for a cape, found one and then draped it on his back, attaching it at his shoulders. He then smiled deviously at the woman before he almost stormed towards the woman. He took the woman by her outreached hand and he tilted his head to kiss the top of her hand. He looked back up at her and then let a smile cock on his face, it was empty though, after all, he was an actor was he not?
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