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Bartholomew looked at the woman, steel eyes looking the woman up and down, as if he had once forgotten what she had looked like. Truth was, he was admiring her, because the thought of her being here, physically here was insane. He never thought that she would be able to track him down, but she did, and it was awesome that she did, it made Bartholomew feel a sense of relief because there was finally familiarity in such a strange land that he and Mars had been wandering and living in for more than half of a year. If Mars kept moving, the woman would have never found him, that was for sure. Bartholomew went to the fire place, where there was a pot suspended over the fire. Bartholomew was good at taking over the body during tea time, Mars seemed to relax too much and 'fall asleep' enough for Bart to easily take over and walk around, so he did that often times. Bartholomew always did appreciate the tea that Mars would leave for him too. Bart smiled lightly as he found a hand towel and he grabbed the pot from the fire and put the hotpot on a far counter that he normally put it on before he had found Mars' cheesy little tea cups that he had been lucky to find. An idea came to his mind as he had pulled out the tea cups and he moved to the makeshift table that was only about a foot from the ground and all it was really was a sheet of plywood on a few cinderblocks. Bart and Mars weren't woodmen, so they really didn't know how to build a table and they hadn't been able to be blessed with finding a good one that would work. He had been blessed with a few chairs and couches though, so that didn't seem like such a bad deal for Bart or Mars. They both did need to go get some better furniture though. They would figure things out later.
Bart listened to the words of the woman, she told him that she had almost given up, gone to live with her papa. Bart knew about papa and his cult, and it didn't sound too great to Bart, and for her to want to go there rather than find him would probably have ended bad if she did give up. Bart put the cups down where there were two chairs already placed (one for Mars and one for Bartholomew) and then he looked to Krystalle. Cum'sit ova 'ere. the man told her, his handsome smile still on his mouth as he poured the green tea(with strawberries) in the two cups, and he had then put the pot in the middle of the table for easy access. He pulled her chair out for her and then went to his chair and pulled it out and sat down. I'm glad you didn't give up either, I dun' think dat going back ta papa would have been teh' best choice. the accented man spoke to her, nodding his head as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He took one from the pack and pulled out the lighter that was in his pants pocket and he lit the end of the cancer stick. It'sa relief to sees ya here. I dun feel so alone anymore. the man spoke to the woman, his voice rather gentle and an almost innocent look came over his face when he looked down at his tea for a moment and blew on it. He looked back up to meet those pink eyes of hers and he gave a smile. Wha' profession ya' take wit D'Arte? the man asked, curious to know what she ended up taking up.
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| mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality:Bartholomew Cubbins |