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Bartholomew stretched out on the couch, his body naked and slightly bothered as he laid on the couch. He sighed lightly before he finally got up and got dressed in his otter pelt skirt and his white jacket. He'd heard the news about those little rat puppies, but he'd yet to meet them, or see them rather, for every time that Bart tried to come near, Mars was right there, snarling in his face and bellowing at him to get the fuck out of his house. Bartholomew had never seen Mars so protective over something, so he backed off every time. Bartholomew did not realize that he was getting less and less time in the body because he had been off doing other things, like being with Krystalle (in reality though, Mars haven't seen Krystalle in a day or so) and also going out and having fun. It was fictional fun, but it kept the mind of the beast busy until he had figured out that he hadn't had time to go out and actually exist for a day.
He breathed in a deep breath as he left the Russo household and he started to just run. He didn't know the pack lands all too well anymore since they had expanded, but Bart did know the fundamentals of the Court, and he knew that there was water everywhere. He loved water, and he was demonstrating that by running with hands over his head and an ecstatic bellow coming from his maw as he ran to the sandy shore and he eagerly ran into the water. He didn't bother taking his skirt off, but his white leather jacket was tossed back at the shore before he dove into the water head first.
The water lapped at his body as he swam through the waves that were constantly pushing him back towards the shore. He giggled madly at the waves as he continued to fight them and go in between them and under them, sometimes even over them when he was able to get a good grip on the ground to launch his body over the waves. Sooner or later though he would be caught in the waves and it would make him tumble through the water, the salty mess getting up his nose and making him desperately try to get up and gasp for air, but then another wave would crash down on his face and make him face-plant into the ground and he continued to tumble until he was only waist deep in water, and the waves were becoming less intense. He coughed and retreated from the water.
Holy fuck, dat was insane! spoke the man as he decided that he was all of a sudden too tired to do anything, so he plopped down on the dry sand and bathed in the sun. He coughed a spare few times to try to get the salty taste out of his mouth, and better yet the water out of his lungs from when he was tumbling through the rough ocean.
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