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OOC: because we were having bart show up instead of mars, ja? +3
Bartholomew had been on his way out of Dahlia De Mai. Those little kids were cramping his style and he needed some sort of get away from them. Bart knew that he would come home later, probably as Mars or someone would make sure of. The man looked rather careless as he made his way from Mars' and Krystalle's home and towards the borders of Dahlia, to maybe go meet someone and screw or something to keep his mind off of puppies and Krystalle. Maybe he could go out and get a drum or something that would be good for him to have around the house. Perhaps some paints too. He also needed a backpack to carry it all in because Bartholomew was against taking things that were not his. For example, he actually didn't have on Mars' clothing, rather he had on the white leather jacket that Mars had made in the winter and no pants because he had not been lucky to find a pair that he knew Mars didn't wear and Mars hadn't made any for him.
When Bartholomew had heard the sound of a howl that was calling for Mars,Bart couldn't possibly ignore it, because the call had been distinctly male, and Bartholomew wondered who the hell Mars knew that was a male. He had met Orin, and there was Krystalle, and Skye, and...well that's the only friends of Mars that Bartholomew knew. Mars wasn't a social creature so Bart didn't think that there would be any other friends, but apparently there was a male friend out there. Bart did not hurry in the direction of the male because he was rather lazy and he was not the one that the male was looking for, so why try and give the illusion that he was by rushing to his side?
When he had come upon the vision of the caller whom had called his other personality, he was surprised to find a man whom was two times bigger than himself and also white and painted with many different colors. Bartholomew thought that the male might have had some disease, or there was funky looking mold growing on his fur or something. He approached slowly, and almost carelessly and he looked at the male through those icy blue eyes. Who arr ya? Mars ain't 'ere right naw. the man spoke to Ouija, insisting that he was not Mars Russo and that Mars wasn't around.
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