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ooc: sorry for the wait
Ouija was a nice man. It had been rare for him to meet such nicer people such as Ouija, ones who were willing to be as nice like this to him, but then again, since he had been here, he had not run into any real unfriendly ones. He was waiting for someone like Edge to show up. He was waiting for Lyndi to come and beat the shit out of him. He was waiting for the hatred to be inflicted upon him like it was when he had been in Fresno for that first period of his life. Lately his luck had been good, but he was sure that someone would either get pissed off by him, or Bartholomew would piss someone off. Either way, it would revert to pain in the end of it all, weither it be emotional or physical. Physical was more like it though. Mars was able to deal with that easier than emotional pain. The man offered the pelt to him, to feel it. Mars reached out his ivory hand and he had touched it, feeling the softest of pelts under his fingers. It made him want the pelt even more. Mars pulled his hand away from the pelt so that the man would be able to finish doing what he was doing with it and he had put a small actor's smile on his lips to make it look like he was at least a little bit friendly. It's very soft....It's a really good find.. the man spoke cooly to the blood painted man. Ouija had continued to speak about how he was not worried about the food being eaten. Mars wouldn't be concerned either, it was more of Mars would have been more greedy and kept the meat mostly to himself, only friends would more than likely get a free meal. People he did not know, more than likely not. He didn't like being outwardly kind to others that he did not know. Ouija had been kind to him, and Mars didn't have a reason to be mean, so he wouldn't be mean to the man, but he would never be too outwardly kind to the other man. Simply because he couldn't. It wasn't possible for him. Not unless him and Ouija became good friends. That would be hard, since there weren't too many that could deal with two different personalities. Especially ones that were two polar opposites of each other. Ouija told him he was not concerned with getting rid of the food. Between himself and Bartholomew, Mars was not surprised when there was no food around the house for him to eat. He technically ate for two since he had the two different entities inside of him he guessed.
Ouija seemed rather excited about Mars' offer to trade for the soft pelt that he had already decided that he wanted. Ouija then asked Mar what he would trade for it since the other was not used to the whole trade thing, only the give apparently. He apparently only had offered himself and expected nothing in return. Mars was not like this, though when he was under the watchful eye of his mother, he had not been able to trade very much of anything for anything just in case Mars would find something nicer to trade for than his brothers and sisters or whatever. Mars thought about what he could trade for the pelts. I dunno.. he started off to speak. What I'd offer was some clothing, or maybe some art or something.. I figure it would depend on what your trader can do as far as talent went.. the man explained to the other, shrugging his shoulder lightly to the other to tell him that these were the only suggestions he had. Mars did not know the value of a pelt, simply because he had done so many things for objects. He figured it was up to the person to decide what they wanted from the other to trade in the end of it all.
The quiet man was much more silent than the other, who talked much more than he. Mars had watched the man and his movements. The man had returned to sit next to Mars around the fire, and he picked up meat to chew on. Mars followed suit with the grabbing of the meat and then he had put it in his mouth to chew on the fatty tissue of the animal. Ouija spoke other words to Mars, asking him what he played as far as instruments went. I mainly play guitar, but I do know how to play the Piano and the Violin. the man explained. He did know how to play such instruments, but his piano was much too large to carry from California to Nova Scotia, and his violin had been shattered by Bartholomew when Bartholomew had gone into a hissy fit about some stupid little shit that he always used to flip his shit about. If he was to get another piano, and violin, then the man would play all three of them periodically. He still wanted to play the violin and the piano. He just needed the instruments. Hopefully he'd find some here in Nova Scotia.
Ouija would then go into what he was able to do. He picked up a wooden moose and showed it to Mars, as well as a satchel and a few other things. Mars looked at each object with interest before returning them back to their owner. You are quite skilled Mars told the man, before Ouija would go into how he only worked on things because he was bored. It was a good thing to do when you were bored, he supposed. Mars would always make music when bored, but that was Mars, and Ouija, was Ouija. It's a good thing to keep busy. the man spoke softly, an actor's smile playing on his American lips.
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