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ooc: <3, sorry for the wait.
Bartholomew had been following the woman's scent, for she had been around the city, and close to where he was, so he might as well stop by and say hi to the woman, should he not? It wasn't like Bartholomew and the woman by the name of Krystalle had anything against each other, in fact, the two were more of friends than anything. Well, possibly more than that, but Bartholomew didn't think about it too hard, all he really thought about right now was getting to where the woman was and figuring out what adventures that the woman and him would have today. He had his tongue hanging out of his mouth, the warm air being sucked in and then exhaled as the harnessed man had ran towards the woman's scent. He did not have his sled with him, but he did have his harness on simply because he needed to have it ready for when he was going to go back to his dwelling to get the damn thing. He just needed some new wheels for it first since it was in it's winter mode with the blades. A simple modification would let it roam on wheels, which would be best for the cracked pavement of the lost City of Angels. Los Angeles was such a beautiful city, Bartholomew had to admit that it was much more pretty here than in Fresno.
He'd skid to a halt when he had come upon an old rundown library. His nose was searching through to find the tangy scent of the woman. He found it and found his way around the stone building and saw the woman with a painting in her hands and up above her, the sun shining down on the canvas. It was a rather pretty picture and Bartholomew quickly ran up to the woman, and gave her a hug from behind. He put his head over the woman's shoulder and he looked at the painting she was holding up. "Tha' is one sexy ass picta' right thur. " Bartholomew spoke, chuckling softly to the woman. " Great find! An' it's nice ta' see ya' today, beautiful." the man had spoken to the woman, being as nice as he could, simply because he was that nice. "How have yer days been treatin' ya'?" he asked, cocking his head as he let his steel eyes fall on the woman and her pink ones.
"Bart speaks,"
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