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ooc: this is the end. +3
The woman simply told him that they made it through, and he could see that, and he was happy that they did make it through, it showed on his face. There was a sense of relief, and there was a feeling of contentment in his chest as he looked at the mohawked woman. She had started to shake though, and she had shaken the tea all over her jacket. Bart twitched an ear at the woman and he cocked his head. "Yerr silly Krystalle." he spoke to the woman, a smile on his maw as he had lifted his tea cup to his maw and he sipped it. When the woman would say that she was with a few men, he really looked hard at her, wondering if this was true. Why would she come all the way here if she wasn't only interested in him? Her men that she had back there should have been enough, yeah? Apparently not since she was here. Bartholomew cocked a grin and assumed that she was lying anyways, not even trying to make excuses for her. "Ya' liar," the man accused, teasingly to the woman. He gave her a devious grin and he chuckled lightly. He reached across the table and batted his hand playfully at one of her floppy ears. He chuckled lightly before he had gotten up from his chair and he took his tea with him.
"Fallow meh. Gonna shows ya teh rest of teh house." Bartholomew spoke to the woman as he waited for her to follow, and when she did start to follow, he lead her through the house, telling her the respective places and their names, and even showing her the bedroom and whatnot. They got comfy, and chilled for the rest of the night.
"Bart speaks,"
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