 Table © Alaine OOC: It's cool <3 *+5
The woman didn't answer his question on if she was okay, but with her response, he figured that she was just fine, just drunk, and obviously, since she had taken a clawed hand to his thigh, she was looking for perhaps a little bit more than just to talk at the moment. He had to wonder if she would have done this to him if he was anyone else in Inferni. Would she just throw her arms around anyone, or was he special? He didn't expect for him to be special, but part of him wanted to be special to the woman. Right now, he figured it was the alcohol that was making her so lovey with him. He didn't know how she saw him, how she would look for his affection, his approval. He always figured that he meant nothing to anyone and his opinions never mattered. Today he would still feel like that, even when other emotions had told him this was not true. He believed what he believed and any doubts about it would be forcefully pushed out of his mind and into oblivion. "Ist nicht gut if du ist dead, hurt ist nicht gut either." the man spoke to the woman, his voice calm as it could be, and rather flat. The man twitched his neck before the woman would pull her face close to his, and she would whisper some more words to him, her fingers still tapping in the water where his "fuck me" tattoo was at, on the inside of his thigh. A wicked grin sat upon his face when she had whispered the words in his ear. She then licked his cheek, those words about him being cute when he was concerned fading into the air.
" Vell, Ich try to be sexy all die times." the man spoke, a growl passing his lips, not one of aggression, but of encouragement for the woman to continue being the way she was being with him. He held the wicked grin on his maw as he cleared his throat and he gave the woman a nip on her collar bone. One of his hands went to touch the woman's cheek, and then he went to touch her drenched hair. He gave a small chuckle. " Du ist all vet, Ich dunno if mein towel ist big-NYEH- enough fur both auf us. " the man filled in the silence with idle chat, like he always did with the woman for some reason. Why he was even worrying about this right now was beyond him. After he had mentioned it, he stopped caring about it, so he had given the woman a lick of his own, just to get himself to shut up he supposed. " Du drink a lot, ja?" the man asked the woman, wondering exactly how much she had drank before she had come here, where he was. What the hell was she doing coming all the way out here, drunk anyways? Maybe she wasn't a stationary drunk like Cotl was. Maybe she was the adventurous kind of drunk, Cotl didn't really know, this was the first time he had seen her so intoxicated.
" Cotl is talking!" |
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