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Mars noticed that the woman did not sit. She was not relaxed, she looked like she was nervous. Mars showed no emotion, a blank slate, steel eyes looking at the beautiful cream and tan woman. He blinked twice at the woman, and then she spoke to him, her words blunt and to the point. She told him that she was not wanted here, and then she asked what she was doing "wrong". Mars never told her that he didn't want her here, and it actually was nice to have a slightly more familiar face in the land of strangers, but then again, Mars and Krystalle never were as close as Bartholomew and Krystalle. He appreciated her loyality to Bartholomew, but he believed it wasn't placed right. Her fascination with the split-headed male was not desired only because Mars did not love himself enough to let people love him freely. He rejected most love, simply because he didn't know how to accept it. When presented with this question that the woman place in front of him, Mars tilted an ear back and he had looked down at his guitar. He took another sip of his tea before he had put it down on an end table and he had picked his guitar up and placed that on his lap. His fingers moved into position and he started to strum lightly.
Mars shook his head. You don't do anything wrong. the man spoke to her simply, but simply failed at telling her why she was unwanted here by him. Mars didn't like to explain why Mars did not "like" her like Bart did. It was simply because Mars was asexual. Mars didn't like Krystalle because he always felt awkward with her, knowing that she was Bart's friend, and not knowing why she was around, and why she liked them so much. Mars had no clue that Bartholomew had bedded the woman, never did Mars remember, and when Mars went snooping in memories, Bart was quick to make sure that Mars did not find out such memories by giving him those huge headaches. Mars looked at the woman. Did you come here for Me or Bartholomew? the man's words fell from his American tongue and his fingers continued to play his guitar, his eyes not bothering to look at her for the moment, since he was trying slightly to focus on playing his guitar.
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