Cotl watched the movements of the woman as she had stepped over his passed out brother and she had made her way to the bed and then she sat beside him, making sure to put her guitar at the end of the bed. He'd naturally look at the strings, and how her guitar was beat the fuck up compared to his own, in which he made sure to touch up every year or so and he also made sure to find himself strings when he needed them. Marik also knew how to make guitar strings out of horse hair and though the sound was different than the metal ones, they still worked for Cotl when he needed them. That's what his brother was good for. Making those guitar strings, and also making those stupid little dolls. Espeically the one of him. It was stupid because Izaak loved the damn thing. That's the only reason, and Cotl was actually very defensive of "lil' Cotl" doll and he kept it on his bed at all times. Izaak's pelt laid on Cotl's dresser, under the boy's skull that sat there as a constant reminder of his nephew. It was a surprise that Marik didn't mind the boy's pelt and skull sitting there. At first there had been a problem, but Cotl's consistent bickering about how Marik's pelt was more valuable to him the only reason he had not done much was because Marik was not dead. Cotl didn't want Marik dead either, and he explained this as well, so Marik would not go out and kill himself.
The woman handed him inks of blue and black, no red, oranges, pinks, or purples either. He did not mind, for it had taken him a long time to find the ones he had found, but he was happy that the woman showed that she cared by bringing him gifts that were of use to him. The devious grin was pulled on his lips as the woman handed them to him and he looked at them in his hands before putting them on the end table on his side of the bed. Danke schön.the man thanked the woman in his native language before he had to clear his throat and twitch his giant rust colored ears. Bi-colored eyes were on the woman, and he heard her sigh that escaped her maw. He was about to ask her what that was about but she had went on to explain anyways. She didn't like how they didn't talk as often. It was true, the last time they did speak was when he had come to her and accused her of stealing his red paint. He was unhappy with not speaking to her as often as well, but he found that she had been busier since she had gotten her new rank. She had no time for him.
Optio ist ein high rank. -NYEH-Ist keeps du busy, ja? the man brought up the rank to the woman, his neck twitching and his throat clearing. The man moved closer to the woman and he placed a ivory hand on her stomach and he let his tongue run against the woman's cheek. Do you even habe die time for mich anymores? the man asked, his pierced brow cocked at the woman.
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