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For a majority of the woman's words, he had been silent, agreeing silently with the woman's excited words. She'd urge him to lead the way back to his house, and without missing a beat, the man had started to walk in the other direction, grabbing onto Vox's reigns as he walked by the steed and he had turned the horse around and walked at a moderate pace alongside the horse, all in the direction of his worn down old two story house that he lived in. Mars thought about the things he was going to bring when the woman continued to talk to him. There was little silence between the two, the woman taking over the conversation with her little babblings about how he'd like D'Arte. She was overexcited as always, a trait of hers that she was known for. She told him that there was someone he should meet as far as trading goes, and he nodded his head lightly and gave the woman a small smile as he walked along with her, and Vox. Do you know what kind of stuff he trades for? the man asked, his voice as calm as ever and his eyes on the pink haired woman.
She went on to ask him what he thought about as far as plays go that they could do. Mars thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out what they could do. Romeo and Juliet was a classic, as was Annie, or Sherlock Holmes. Mars put his coal tinted finger to his chin and he scratched it as if he was in deep thought about this, in which he had gone into deep thought about what he would like to act out for the new pack that he might be joining. Mars was unsure of it, but he had a feeling that he might take this opportunity to leave CdM and the little memories that it did hold in his head... and Bartholomew's as well. How was your life in Florida scary? What is Florida like? the man questioned. He knew where Florida was just because he had studied the human maps for quite some time but he didn't ever get to travel to the south so he was absolutely clueless as to what it was like down there. How about a play with all of that? Adventure, humor, drama, horror, romance, symbols. It'd be like a super play! he probably got a little bit more excited than he should have, but he was caught up in the moment, and Orin was in his presence to see it. It was a rare sight, simple as that.
It didn't take too long for them to get back to his house, and by that time he had already figured out what he wanted to bring along with him. It was an Art pack, so he needed one or two of his professions. He didn't have any of the sheep meat left, so he couldn't show that he knew how to cook, but he did have a dress that he had been working on for awhile now out of the random fabrics he had picked up the day that he was with Orin at the costume shop. The dress had come out quite beautifully, and he only wished that he had a better person to use for measurements since he only had an old human manikin. He was quick to make his decision on his objects and he took what he needed, including his guitar, finding this to be the most important object that he needed to make sure that he would take. He stuffed the dress into a bag and then walked out of his room. He looked over his house once more before he had decided that everything was in order and he had walked out and over to Orin and Vox. Mars gave the woman a small smile before he held the guitar to her. Hold this for me, We're gonna ride. the man spoke to the woman and he had then turned to Vox and tied the bag to the horse's waist. Mars then mounted the horse's back and got comfortable before he held his hand out to Orin to help her on the steed's back. Hold on to my waist so you don't fall. the man told the woman.