OOC: completely sorry for the wait D: +5
The woman interacted with the black sheep that was owned by the Russo man, the resident black sheep of the Russo family, so it was only appropriate for him to get a gift of a black sheep and actually end up befriending the damned beast when he could have easily killed it and eaten it for dinner. Mars looked at the beast that he had grown emotionally attached to. Bartholomew definitely didn't like the little bastard, so it was only Mars' will that kept the beast alive. In truth, it was for the wool that the beast grew. Mars would be able to weave it and make it into clothing for himself and his housemate. The sheep baaed at the woman again and then trotted off and laid down in the sun not too far from the porch. The woman asked him how long he had been in D'Arte. He thought back. He was horrible at keeping track of time because of his personality disorder that he had, so he actually had no clue what day in the month it was half of the time. His ears fell back lightly. Uhm....Since early winter... the man ended up saying, nodding his head lightly before he picked at the guitar strings to start another lullaby.
The woman ended up answering his question with a long winded reply of her own, which had made the male listen to the woman more because he wanted to be able to catch everything that she said. The deal that they had was kinda confusing to Mars, since there were other guitarists in D'Arte that could teach Skye without anyone having to go into another pack, but then Mars figured it was because Skye probably liked Pixie so they helped each other out. Mars nodded his head lightly. I'm sorry to hear about how unhappy your pack is. the man spoke, a frown on his face as he strummed his guitar. Mars let his eyes go onto the woman and then he had looked at the chair that was next to him, a silent invitation for her to sit down and relax since it didn't seem she was going anywhere in a hurry. She then went on to tell him where Magic was. This too was a long winded answer that had ended with her asking what was up and then telling him what she knew about what was going on in D'Arte.
Orin is having Shawchert's puppies.. the man spoke to he simply. My best friend from California ended up finding me here so she lives with me now..But there's not that much else going on. the man spoke to the woman, shrugging lightly at the end of his sentence. What has your pack stressed out? the man switched the subject back to her pack since he didn't have too much else to say about his pack, then again, he could have been leaving things out, but he didn't care to elaborate because he simply wasn't one to want to run around and tell others about what was going on in the pack, that and a lot of the times he was all in his own little world and ignoring everyone else and their drama so there were things that he didn't know were going on.
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