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Too bad Mars wasn't much of a wood worker. He was retarded of it, simply because he couldn't be careful for that long amount of time without becoming impatient with himself. Plus, Bartholomew was always a problem. He liked to think that he could do something better than Mars and randomly would try his hand at it and then more than likely he would just fuck everything up. Mars then would wake up and then he would realize that the man had messed up the project and Mars would have to start all the way over again. It was frustrating after awhile because one would start it and the other would mess it up and rarely, rarely would they ever get anything done together. I'm sure someone in D'Arte would be able to help with acquiring one. the man spoke to the girl. He was too reserved to realize that he should have explained that he couldn't help her because he did not know the lands well enough nor did he know how to go about making one for her. One of these days he'd be able to figure out how to communicate efficiently.
Sky mentioned that he would be going to her house, and that her walls would have been covered in the woman's artwork. That would make her house pretty interesting to look at, and Mars found that Bartholomew had silhouetted to the right of him, materializing because he found interest in what they were talking about. Bart was a painter, he was the dirty one of the two who loved to just paint anything he wanted to. Mars grew slightly anxious as the other male had gone towards the woman, devious smile on his maw. Mars shook his head and looked at Sky. He was within the same reasonable distance, which meant that he was still in control, which was good. Mars had to resist calling or thinking about Bartholomew. I can't wait to see. the man said cooly, a small smile on his face.
She spoke of singing and then of a man named Shawchert who played the flute. Mars made a mental note and then nodded his head. He was silent again, for he was a quiet man. We should sing together then sometime. When you play guitar, then we can play and sing together. the man spoke, shrugging lightly for what reason he didn't really know. Mars had then taken a slight right in his path, avoiding a patch of thick brush that would be hard for him to pull the sled through and he lead the woman back towards the pack lands. Where do you live at in Thornbury? he randomly asked the chocolate hued girl.
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| mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality: Mars Russo |