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Her nose wrinkled and she was rather uncomfortable with alcohol and the sweet cannabis aroma surrounded her, but at least she was not sitting in a smoking gasmask like Cotl. Ruby eyes studied the odd sight, but she knew better than to comment it. Her hands were restless on the bottle as the silence seemed to grow inside the badly aired room. Was he waiting for her to take the first sip? Her eyes narrowed as she moved her gaze over on the dusty bottle and the reeking liquid rummaging within. The male seemed different – more serious, but it was hard to say when he was wearing the mask filling up with white smoke. She let the silence stretch out, wondering exactly what he wanted, what he was thinking. Her gaze then moved again to the door with a light hint of longing. Not because she wanted to run away immediately again, but she liked to have escape routes for every situation. She did not like thinking that he was in charge of the situation in such a way. Her thoughts went on as they always did, exaggerating, but opening a door was not a problem at all, whether it was open or locked.
The girl forced her focus back to Cotl and his odd silence and lack of smiles. If he was pissy about her walking out on him that other day then she would do her best to worsen the situation. Halo could be a horrible creature when provoked – it mattered little whether or not the other creature truly deserved the punishment she could lash out with. Eventually a muffled sentence rose from the other. She supposed that was good enough. Her ears flickered backwards towards her skull as she contemplated what he had said, but there was not much to get from it. It reminded her of one of the reasons why she had chosen to interact with him today though. She put the untouched bottle between her copper hued knees and twisted her upper body slightly as both hands went to the small pouch resting on her left hip. The leather had been boiled and prepared and she had been especially lucky with the unusual dark furred rabbit she had managed to hunt down. The skin was not completely dark, but it was darker than the usual hide. The small spikes made out of bone was carefully and elegantly inserted into the dark leather and fastened on the underside of the leather by the limitedly expanded holes in the material that the spikes were threaded through. Another layer of the same hue of dark leather had then been sowed together with thin threads of sinew to combine the two strips of leathers as well as to keep the spikes to their place.
The girl tossed the unique bracelet at the canine in the bed. ”Here’s the payment for the drawing of the tattoo and if you don’t like it then you can toss it awayor burn it,” she nearly barked. She wanted to seem indifferent, but if it became obvious that he did not like it then she knew that she would feel both insulted and disappointed. She had worked for hours with this, and even if it was not identical to something the humans easily had produced masses of, she had gathered the material and put it together herself. She was proud of it, because she had created it from materials she had found in nature. Cotl seemed to adore black, but surely a really dark brown should be enough? She forced her thoughts away and moved immediately moved her focus over to the bottle held up by her knees. Moments after it was in her hand again and she refused to take time to smell it before she lifted it to her lips to taste a few drops. It tasted as horrible as it smelled. |
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