Mars had a slight sense of peace today, just being able to have control and be around again. The days had been stressful and fuzzy, Mars wasn't even sure how much time he really lost because his memories were all jumbled and confusing. Have you ever felt completely lost in your own head? It's not a good feeling, that's for sure. He actually seemed at peace today though, enough to where he was going to play some peaceful music and perhaps continue with making that dress he was still working on for Krystalle. Bartholomew had told him at some time that it would be nice to get a beautiful dress done for Krystalle before her birthday rolled around. Mars agreed to do this for both Bartholomew and for Krystalle. He agreed to be a friend and help out. If Mars was any good at admitting things, you'd say that part of Mars wanted to do this because he wanted to be closer to Krystalle. Mars was just not that great at admitting those things though. It wasn't in his nature you could say. Bartholomew was the one for that.
Mars careful plucked his guitar strings, a beautiful acoustic song playing from his guitar as he sat in his room,his door unlocked, and him expecting for the mohawked woman to come into his room with some tea. It was around afternoon tea time so he had been somewhat expecting for her to already have the kettle on (because she had taken that liberty from him long ago now) but if she didn't he wouldn't mind putting on the kettle himself when he was going to be taking a break from playing his guitar. His song was only about five minutes of continuously playing, so maybe he would get some tea after he was done with this one song or something. It all depended on if the woman already had it ready or not. He played his song all the way through, a mere five minutes would pass without a sound coming from the kitchen. Not anything he could hear. Maybe Krystalle was writing or something and she had lost time or something. He didn't smell tea either. He stopped playing his white guitar and he had put it against the wall before he opened his door and walked out. He silently walked down the hallway and descended his staircase to make his way down to the kitchen. When he got into the kitchen, he went into automatic mode as he grabbed a kettle and then he filled it with some of the water that Mars kept in buckets around the house. They were running low on water and would need to fill the buckets soon, Mars noticed, but then realized that it had been awhile since he had seen his sled. He tried to think about what had happened to it, but came up with nothing. He could have sworn that at some point he had been getting the water and filling them. In fact..Two of his buckets were missing. the fuck? the American asked himself as his hand went to his brown hair. He'd noticed that his hair was getting shaggy, he already had to start brushing through it everyday for it to not tangle.
He got the kettle ready and he put it over some wood in the stove and he lit the wood with some flint that he had in his counter drawer. He tended it for a moment, then closed the stove window and moved away to find where his housemate was. Hey Kryst, I need your body for some measuring, mind helping me out today? the man bluntly asked, a small, almost curious smile on his lips as he turned the corner to meet her in a room.
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| mall fonts; text-align:right;">present personality: Mars Russo |