So apparently the child was 10 months, while his little brother was only five. Mars looked at them, his pupils dilating on them as he looked at them with his uncovered, icy blue eyes that were only slightly more blue than the elder child's silver ones. They looked so close to each other's eyes that it would probably take a genius to realize that Mars' eyes were actually a really icy, gray blue. It was even a tint that was different from Mars' father, Rurik, but his mother had not noticed. The two then introduced themselves to Mars, and he nodded his head. The more he thought about it, the more that Mars felt sorry for the two children. He sighed lightly, and withdrew himself more into his head as the thought more and more about it. His eyes slowly closed, and he took a deep breath in, and then released the breath. When he opened his eyes, he was not the same. His whole demeanor changed at that instant, and a smile had found his maw, instead of that emotionless line that had once been there.
The child asked for smokes, and Bartholomew looked at the shorter child. He also looked at the smaller boy and then to the elder child again. He was slightly confused, but he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and he took one out for himself and the child. He held the one out to the child and then put the one for him in his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit the child's before he lit his own as well. Maybe ya' are jus' short, man. spoke Bartholomew in his Californian accent to the boy who muttered about how everyone around here was taller than he. Bart then puffed on his fag and he chuckled lightly. It was a charming chuckle, one that melted the hearts of women and men all the time. The boy then went to speak on about how they had never been in a pack before, and that they wouldn't know how to go about joining one. Bartholomew scratched his head lightly and then shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know where Mars was going with these boys when he was talking to him, but he figured that it wouldn't hurt for the boys to come with him to Krystalle and the family he had back home in CD.
Ya' can come home wit' me, yeah? asked the male to the two children, a smile wide on his maw as he looked at the elder one, a mischievous look in his eyes. Bart puffed on his smoke again, and he bent down and looked at the two before he noticed that he had Mars' clothing on. He bent back up quickly and he took the jacket off and put it on Vox's back. Mars only had the otter skirt with him, which was only half of Bart's clothing, but he figured it was better than nothing. Bartholomew unzipped his pants and wiggled out of them and put them on Vox's back too, and he took his otter skirt and he wrapped it around his waist, but not without the two boys seeing the older male naked...
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