OOC: +5
When the child spoke to him, they were not English words, this was for sure. Mars was able to recognize the accent as Russian so he figured the words were also Russian. He cocked his head at the little wolven, and looked him in the eyes that matched his own. The child looked slightly familiar and it almost confused Mars. Sadly, Mars did not understand the Russian that the boy was speaking to him, and it pretty much was just yips and barks to him. He sighed lightly before he had looked at the kid who looked at the guitar and then he pawed at the guitar strings, making them hum lightly and then the boy looked back up at Mars, who looked back down at the boy with a surprised look on his face, still unbelieving that there was an actual puppy that looked strangely like his father, and spoke Russian. Where did this child come from? They didn't have any pups in D'Arte at the moment, and if they did then they had been kept under wraps. His housemate being pregnant and then this child showing up, and him being insane already had to make him doubt his sanity more because of the 'illusion' that was place in front of him. The child felt real though since he was speaking and he was touching Mars. He also realized that the child wanted him to play some more music.
uhm...okay... he spoke quietly before he had looked down at his guitar and he had thought about where he was in his song, and once he realized where he had stopped, he played a dramatic chord to get him going and he eased himself back into the song. If you gain the world by trading your soul, remember you'll reap just what you sow. There's no one left to save you noooowwww. You'll get what you deserve, your own place in heeeeeeeellll. he sang this chorus again before he had played himself some more chords and he had continued still to sing to the little puppy that he really didn't know if it was him just going even more insane with the new stress of him becoming a father. Blinded by big city lights, I'm not saving you tonight, I know that's what you live fooooooor. You'd rather die than end a fight, rather suffer than be right, I know that's what you live for, I know that's what you live foooooooorrr.... the man continued to sing, his voice powerful when he dragged out the notes, the masculine man's throat. His song was soon to come to an end though, and when it did, he looked at the child. He could only wonder where he came from.
No English? the man asked the child, wondering if he knew any English at all. Too bad that Rurik wasn't around to teach Mars, and the only Russian half brother that he had pretty much didn't want anything to do with him. Sad day indeed. Mars could have definitely used the knowledge of his father's homeland right now.
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