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Mars did not wear a grin, nor an actor's smile. He stood there with an unemotional line on his face as he looked to his leader. There was some bitterness for the Alpha, only if it was because the man had been "with" his only friend, and not only that, but she was pregnant because of it. In a way, it made Mars sick to the stomach knowing that Orin was carrying his pups. Why it made Mars' stomach knot was over Mars' head, that Mars just couldn't see why he was so internally grieving over it. It shouldn't have been his business. He shouldn't have been concerned with the fact that his own alpha had no self control when it came to doing the dirty with a pack mate that he held no other feelings for. Mars was also disgusted at Orin for letting it happen in the first place. You could say that the man was just disgusted by the whole ordeal, and now, Orin and Shawchert would have to pay the price with little midgets running around at their feet. Maybe they would like having pups. Mars couldn't imagine himself ever with children, and he often times failed to get in the mood to mate with someone. He didn't know what Bartholomew was like when it came to mating, or children, but if Mars had children at some point, he would know for sure that it was not his fault.
So his alpha greeted the musician and Mars simply nodded his head. He did not utter a word, nor did he return the smile his alpha gave him. It didn't take the other long to tell him what to do either, and Mars was quick to get himself a plank of wood and then he had looked around for an extra hammer. He found a few nails while he looked around,and he had picked those up, and continued on his hunt until he found one and he returned quickly to the barn and he moved over to where there had been another hole waiting there for him to patch up. He didn't speak still, for he was a quiet man. He had been taught to be like this, and it was not uncommon for him to be like this until someone actually talked to him about something. Mars positioned the board to where it needed to be and he took a nail from his pocket and he had started to hammer in the nail. At least Mars would be learning to do something.
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