Mars

Mars / A young and very skilled mechanic / Very honest and kind with an unfortunate disorder / Pick-pocketed the wrong person and payed the price

A kleptomaniac with a heart of gold and a soft spot for shiny things. He’ll steal from your pockets in a heartbeat but at least he’ll always have that random trinket you lost, and he’ll give it back if you ask. He means well but he can’t help himself. He’s pockets are always full of random items, so check your pockets when your around him.

Still likes tinkering with broken technologies, ranging from busted radios to broken fans. Enjoys using the stuff he takes(with permission to keep them) or stuff he found to fix them. He claims it helps give his hands “something else to do other than search pockets.”

Wip, lowkey inspired by Renny from Starflight lmao

Mars’s Inventory~
Lol wip

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Canvas looked up from his cluttered desk covered in maps and papers just in time to see Mars walking down the dirt road to probably see Orion. He put down the paper he was studying and flew over his desk and out of his booth. “Hey, Mars! Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Mars looked over his shoulder to see the light-hearted and kind fae flying toward him. “Oh, hi Canvas,” he turned around to face him. “How can I help you?”

“So, you know those pens I like to use for my maps..?” Canvas almost felt bad for asking Mars, though other people assured him that is didn’t bother him.“You... um... wouldn’t happen to know where they are do you? They keep disappearing on me...”

Mars blushed like he always does, giving a neavous smile. “Um... probably...” he reached into his pocket, pulling out three black and gold fountain pens. He reached behind his head and scratched his neck nervously. “Sorry, people probably already told you about my little... um... habit,” he smiled again, feeling a little less uncomfortable under Canvas's kind gaze.

“I totally get it. Old habits die hard, huh?” Canvas laughed at his own joke and Mars laughing along to it. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Canvas smiled to the red fae. Canvas turned and said over his shoulder, “I’ll see you later!” He took flight and flew into his booth and behind his desk, disturbing the maps and papers strewn about. He placed two of the pens on a short stack of thick volumes and used the third to scribble notes on the map he was looking at.

Mars stoped and stood there for a few moments, looking after the other fae. “Well, that went better than it normally does~” he turned away for Canvas toward the end of the street, now with a smile on his face.