Rust colored ears laid flat down on his head as the woman denied the fact that his room was clean. It was clean, and she and he both knew it. There hadn't been anything on the ground in a certain walk way, the stuff that was on the floor had been out of the way in corners because didn't have the cabinet space for it. He held a deep frown on his ugly face, his bi-colored eyes pinned on the woman, his pupils dilated as they stared at the woman. His hackles still stood up on his back, and he let out a frustrated grunt. He twitched his head to the left and cleared his throat. He then clicked his tongue ring against his teeth and then opened his maw to speak. Du ist fucking ridiculous Talitha.-NYEH- Du need to be more observants zu your enviroments. the German growled at the woman and he held his arms crossed over his chest. She then spoke of how she needed it then and not later than right when she was going to start this project. Cotl understood the urgency only because he was an artist, but he found it not an excuse to ransack someone's room. Nein! Das ist no excuses, Tali. -FUCKSHIT- he shook his head, the black locks falling over his eyes again because of the head movement. He left them there though because he could see her through the strains that covered his eyes.
Her whole demeanor changed though when asked about the project. His fire-ice eyes had watched the woman as she bounced over and she had pulled him into the den and looked behind him as if anyone was out there besides Maschine. She then went over to a figure and she had lifted a blanket off of it to reveal a skeleton with paint on it (his paints) and even though it looked as if she put a lot of effort into it, he was still mad about the paints. Ist awesomes. the man spoke, he wasn't as excited as he could have been but it was only because she owed him some paints now. Verys details-BITCHTITS- the man commented, nodding his head lightly. Du owes mich paints. Du kommt mit mich to Halifax, ja? he decided that this was the punishment for her taking his paints. The pain in the ass of finding some more. It seemed fair to him. Maybe if they were lucky they would be able to find the woman her own paints while they were at it.