WC: 586
Cotl was glad that the woman hadn't told him no to the whole modeling thing. He liked when they would just pose for him, and let him just sit there and watch them, talk to them, but just watch their movements, and find a pose that he liked and then sketched it before he would look at their fur in extreme detail and copy it down as well as he could. The picture often times would take anywhere from ten minutes to an hour depending on how long it took for him to find a perfect position for one to be in when he was drawing, or at least for him to take a snapshot of that position with his mind if the person was all antsy and couldn't stay still, or if the position was too hard to freeze. Cotl had the eye of an artist, this was for sure. Babe, ist vhenever du habe die times. -MYRRRHH- Ich bin here most times auf days. If nicht, dann just sits in mein room til Ich gets back, ja? the man responded, a devious smile still playing on his devilish lips. There was no such thing as an innocent smile on Cotl Ulrich's face. This was a fact.
As the two had entered the Death Room, and Cotl had gotten comfortable, the woman too had found herself getting on the bed with him. Cotl's hand went to the pelt for a moment, feeling the soft fur under his pads. He offered the woman the bong if she had wanted it, and if she didn't he would take another hit from it, if she did, then he would give it to her when she wanted, light the bowl for her and let her take a hit before taking it back and taking another hit and then he would put the bong on the floor next to his bed. She had held up two fingers to tell him how many days she had been back. Two days wasn't too long, so he wasn't too late with her arrival. The man gave a stoned giggle and looked at the pelt that sat on his bed. Fingers still touched it and played with the soft fur. Hey, Tali, remember das stupids arschloch, -BITCHTITSFACE-Izaak? Du knows, Mine nephews? the man asked twitching his neck and flicking his left ear back for a second. He looked at the pelt, and then he looked at the skull, but he didn't say any more because the woman would ask him what "ende" meant. Cotl had spent some time trying to figure out what word to put on his door and Ende ended up being it simply because Death was the end, as was his room the end of the hallway. Ende means "Death" in German. Seemed appropriates für dis room. the German clarified to the woman, a devious smile falling on his lips. Cotl sat there and looked up at the ceiling for a moment, him just being as fucked up as he was at the moment. He breathed in and out a few times before his eyes would finally be able to look back at the ruby-eyed princess.
Two days isn't das long. Habe anydhing das you needs to gets? the man asked Tali, those dilated bi-colored eyes sat on the woman, wondering if she was in need of anything that he might have extra of. It was still winter and hard to find things at this time without it being frozen or damaged.
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