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just a little bit of pp, if you mind, i can fix , just tell me please <3 +5
After only a few minutes of doodling, he already was getting tired of it. His left hand was throbbing already, and holding the paper down with his left and drawing with his right was still just too much work for the hand, in which it pulsed madly, threatening to reopen yet again and bleed. The only thing he had the willpower to do was to sit there and look at the ceiling all day, but his anxiousness of activity was making him not even able to do that. He had to move, had to do something. He lit the bowl again right when he had heard a small tapping on the door. He disregarded it for the moment before a voice too rang out. Cotl? a woman, and the only woman who had that voice was no other than the woman that had gotten mad at him, the one he angered, and the one he punished himself for. Icy and fiery orbs looked at the door like it was supposed to open itself. Of course, since it was locked, he couldn't open it with his mind, nor could she open it, so Cotl had to not be lazy and answer his door. He took his hit for a moment and he had gotten up from the bed and moved towards the door.
The first thing he did was moved the blanket from the door. From the outside, you could more than likely see this action happening, so you'd know that someone was coming to the door. Cotl twisted the lock to the unlocked position and he had opened the door rather slowly. The gasmask was still on his face as he had peeked out of the door. He looked left and right around the woman, seeing if there was anyone else around (which there honestly almost never was because Cassius was a shut in, and Marik hadn't been coming back to the mansion, much less his room for awhile now. You could probably say that Cotl was looking for the party of people that Halo would bring along to laugh and ridicule him for being to goddamn pathetic. He got his mindset from his brother at times. The stupid bi-polar bastard. The gas masked male had taken the woman by the hand and tugged her into the room, and once she was in, he had closed the door and locked it again. Hey, babe.-NYEH- he greeted the woman before he had offered his comfy chair that he stole from downstairs to the woman before he went ahead and sat on the bed. The bed was big enough for the two, but Cotl assumed that she wouldn't want to be too close to him for some odd reason.
It was a game of cat and mouse here with these two. One would be the cat at one moment, and the other the mouse, but then all of a sudden they would change places, the first cat now being the mouse and the mouse, the cat. It was a huge game, in which neither of them would win. Or at least.. Cotl didn't see either of them winning. Hey, Marik, get out of Cotl's head, you bastard. Komm back to-SCHIESS FICK- take me up on mein offer? he asked, as he had held up a bottle of opened (the seal was broken, it wasn't actually opened) whiskey that he had been sipping from that he had put on the floor, capped, about an hour ago. He lost interest in it for awhile, deciding to smoke out of his gas mask for awhile.