Only Ruins

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-16-2011, 03:14 PM

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Mars was unaffected at the fact that the other man had actually heard of his pack. He shrugged his broad shoulders yet again when the man had told him he heard of the pack, and that he had heard of it from Sky. It was the same Sky that Mars had to save from the middle of the forest one day because she was lost. Sky had been a rather nice girl, and Mars and her had gotten along pretty well, she even let him give her some help with heating up a nice bath for her since her pelt was all dirty and whatnot since she had fallen out of the tree she had climbed, as well as the fact that she had been bleeding for some reason. Mars had forgotten the reason why, or he had never asked what had happened to her, instead he just helped since she was a packmate. Whichever one it was, he didn't know, nor did he want to think that much into the adventure too much. She's nice. I know her. the man spoke, nodding his head, his voice quiet as always, calm still as well. Mars caught the man with a smile on his face, Mars himself did not smile, rather he kept his mouth twisted in an unemotional mask that he had put up. This man was a stranger, he deserved no smile. Not from this actor. The other man also showed Mars his piercing that he got from Sky. Mars hadn't known that Sky knew how to to piercings, but that was an interesting thing to learn from this man about Sky. It made sense since she did have a few piercings herself. Mars, himself only had his eyebrow pierced from when his father had met him and wanted him to fit in with the rest of the Russos. Too bad Mars had been reclusive and only met one other Russo besides his father, which would be his half-brother, Anatoliy. Mars needed to make it an adventure to visit his brother in the Court. Interesting. the man simply spoke, nodding his head again, voice calm still, almost uninterested even though it was very interesting to him.

Itzal went on to speak about the clothing and how he needed a pair or two and that he would be interested in hiring him if he was looking for business. Mars let his jaw drop slightly for a moment before he thought hard about doing this. This would mean that he would have to find some fabric for the other male. Mars would also have to take the man's dimensions so he would know how big to make the clothing so it was not too tight or too big. The sitting secui had thought about it pretty hard, wondering what he could possibly want from this other man. A mismatched ear had fallen back on his head for a moment as Bartholomew had approached Mars and whispered words into his fallen ear. Comeon Mars, you know you want to. He could have something that I want... the male whispered the words into the ear of his lower self. Mars' lip twitched at the thought of doing something strictly for Bartholomew. I could use the business, but I need to know what I'm getting in return. the man simply spoke, wondering of what material possessions that the man might have, or what services he could provide. I also would have to measure you. the man added, pausing again before he had another thing to add. Also gonna need to know what kind'f pants you're wanting and what color. That is, if you have something worth it. Mars did things for trade all the time, but if you wanted something done for free, you were going to have a better chance at Bartholomew doing it for you. After all, Bartholomew had dressed an entire woman just because he liked her enough to do so.

Mars noticed that this other man was quite the talker. Everything that Mars said had a whole paragraph spoken back. Mars didn't mind it, he guessed, it was just that Mars was a much quieter man then the other was. Itzal spoke about how he had heard that huskies were good working dogs. This was true, which was why his mother had put them all through so much shit, as to keep them from being annoying and destructive. This was how Mars knew as many trades as he did, as to keep him out of trouble, even though he was always in trouble with him mom anyways for just existing. Itzal asked Mars if the cold bothered him. Strangely, it did if only because his coat had only recently started to become thick. Since he lived in the south, where it was hot even in winter his coat was thinner than it was before he had moved up here. His fur only just recently got to where it was thick enough to not bother him as much. No, the cold it pretty refreshing actually. he lied, a faux smile playing on the actor's lips. The smile could be mistaken for a real one if you didn't realize that it was in fact, forcefully put on his face.

Itzal moved on to speak about what he did that was special. Tattooing and basically being a ninja. Mars could imagine that man being a ninja. Paranoia popped in his insecure mind, knowing now that the man probably could kill him in an instant. Both of his mismatched ears fell back on his chocolate head. He took a deep, slow inhale of oxygen before he got up onto his feet again. He stood there with his tail curled over his back yet again. I'm not too much of a tattoo person. Bartholomew was. That was the reason he had so many of them (only four) and Bartholomew had come to an agreement with Mars that he would not get any more tattoos. Agreements only worked with Bartholomew 30% of the time. It wasn't a good thing that Bartholomew was indirectly meeting this man. Can you skin pelts? Mars asked, trying to find something that the man would be able to do for Mars for this to work.

mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality: Mars Russo
SSWM Word Count: 1045

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