M- Not your American Average

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 07-20-2012, 12:32 AM

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OOC: Yeah I made you wait too so it's no problem.

It was awhile before Bartholomew realized that his coat was gone. He lazily looked around at first, but once he realized the jacket was not there, he jumped up and looked around frantically for just a moment before an unfamiliar face showed itself. His ears shot up as he looked up at the handsome Dauphin of the Court, but it wasn't like Bartholomew knew, or cared much about rank. Hell, Bartholomew could care less about the pack at all. He held no loyalty to the Court, like Mars held. Bartholomew was a loner for all he knew. The other spoke to him first, and Bartholomew looked at his jacket that the male held in his arms. Yah, was gonna go fir' a swim. But dah ocean issa little bit rough ta'day. Bartholomew spoke as he held out his hand and he grabbed at his jacket.

The name's Bartholomew Cubbins. Who're ya'? asked the Comte. Again, Bartholomew didn't know who this male was because he'd never come across him, nor did the Cubbins know about the higher ranking members (not even Vigilante) in the Court. He just frankly didn't give a fuck about the higher ups, or even the lower ranked wolves. Bartholomew was a free-loader in the pack, and nobody noticed him all that much because Mars was such a hard worker, and he was the main one that was around rather than Bartholomew, who didn't do shit, but take up space and air. Speaking of which, the man was still trying to catch his breath, and once he got his fingers intertwined in his jacket, he pulled the jacket from the other male's hand and he laid all the way back down on his back.

Yerr pretty cute, ya' know? Bartholomew randomly brought up as he looked the male up and down and he gave a charming smile to the male. His curled tail thumped lightly against the ground as he looked at the dry male.

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