[/html]The bi-persona man was a thing of interest to the mutt woman, though she wouldn't lie that she preferred the one known as Bartholomew. He had more energy, and his smiles were real. Mars was less so. But it was Bartholomew who stood before her, with his handsome smile that made her weak in the knees. She let out a tittering laugh, backed mostly by nerves as she tried remain on her feet. It was more of a feat than she expected, and she eventually leaned most of her weight against his chest.
Her day had been bland, other than entering the gallery to search the wreckage, and she was sure she'd rather hear about her friend's goings on instead of talking about her own. He was honest about the presence of Mars, saying he believed he had been the other male for a bit; Mars was different in that aspect, as he didn't acknowledge Bartholomew.
She squirmed as his fingers played in the fur at her side, agreeing with a nod at the fact that the weather was hot. Too damn hot. She had started to forgo clothing, fashionable as it was, to deal with the building summer heat. As the topic shifted to her horse, she had to take a moment to think. "She's doing alright, mi querido. Not handling the heat well, but we're doin' fine," she offered. It was difficult to beat the heat without a water source, and she preferred to let her baby sit in the shade rather than having to wait in the sunlight.
A grimace passed over her face as she realized hugging him probably was a poor choice. His fur held in a lot more heat than her own, and she untangled herself from him to step back. "Mother Mary, you're like a fire! Dunno how you manage to live here!" Her exclamation was followed by her attempt to pull him into a spot of shade, given by an overhand on the remaining roof of the gallery.
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