Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
The male spoke about him being religious the whole time. Brow perked in curiosity. The boy also explained that he had to show him the bibles. Cotl was genuinely interested in what the male was talking about. You see, when Cotl thought about bibles, he normally thought about their own German translated bible that revolved around the method of a higher being called "God" or as the book put it Gott. Every time he thought of religion, it left a nasty taste in the back of his throat. Why would he want to put his faith in someone that was never there? Why would he put faith in anyone but himself, and his brother because he was the only one that was there. They were only supposed to look out for each other, and Cotl believed that the family bond was more important than pretty much anything. He had run away from his father, and mother, yes, but his brother followed right behind him. That took faith. And the faith and trust that had been restored in the male made him stronger now than he was back home. The seclusion and training had almost made him go insane, multiple times, and there was barely anything he could do about it. This was why the male was so good at entertaining himself in the confines of his room. He had to do everything he could to not go insane during the day. Every few people that were tattoo freaks would be brought by his brother would sometimes be the little socialization he got, and even then, he sometimes wouldn't talk much because he was busy concentrating. Since the male had been doing it for awhile now, he was much more comfortable holding a conversation while drawing. Cotl said nothing more about the books before the other male wanted to know if he remembered what he had wanted. Of course, he had remembered, this was Cotl we were talking about. He might not have been the most socially accepted son of a bitch, but he sure as hell could remember shit quite well. Ja, ein swastika. the male spoke, nodding his head lightly to the other.
As the boy went on to speak more, he had spoken about the feo, and wanting to know if Cotl would like him to give her a visit and let her be amazed by his other art that he had put on his brother's body. Cotl shook his head. Nein. I'm sure she can come up with a decision on her own. -SCHIEß- Plus, she'll meet you sometime, and if she brings up the subject, then sure, mention that your tattoos are from me as well. the male spoke, nodding his head lightly. He then realized that he had not remedied all of his brother's former questions. He went on to answer these next. Her name is Halo Lykoi. She's related to Kaena Lykoi, und Gabriel... There are others in her family that are here, I'm sure. the male was absolutely sure, his voice cleared. They probably would have to look at a family tree to actually know how many were actually part of the Lykoi clan. He almost felt like he was intruding on an actual family now all of a sudden. He shook his head of the thought and paid attention to his brother as Marik went on to speak about the damn blankets. Cotl planned on using them for the tattooing patients so he didn't get any blood on his mattress. He didn't want someone else's blood all over his bed, you know. They're good for their purpose.-NYEH- the male spoke to the other, affirming it with another nod of his cranium.
Marik went on to question the ramen that he had in his hand. Cotl chuckled briefly, figuring that Marik didn't know how it was food, considering the way he was looking at the packaged food. It's soup, bruder. Just died out. -FUCKING CUNT FACE-You pour some boiled water over it, and then you wait for it to soften up a bit, and then you eat it. the male explained, poking the Styrofoam of the cup of noodles. He chuckled again before he handed the bits back to Marik. The other male asked him if he would like to go to Cassius, or if he wanted to do it himself. Cassius is a nice fellow, I'm sure you and he would get along right away..Maybe even... the male cut off at the end of his sentence, figuring that the other male would be able to fill in the blanks. Cotl didn't know if Cassius was gay, or bisexual, but it didn't hurt to try? If Marik couldn't get laid, then they could just be friends. I don't know if he goes that way though, so be careful.-NYEH- he warned the male always, simply because he was unsure of the other's sexuality. It didn't matter, if he wasn't that way before, Marik could possibly turn him. Cotl highly doubted that Cassius got laid anyways, but then again, Cotl had only met the guy once.
Marik pulled out his bible. He explained that it was the way to be happy in the religion. The male also told him that he might not like it much. Cotl didn't like religion anyways. The other male opened the book, and lord and behold, every page came up with a new way to stick your dick into some other guys' ass, they also had many other things in there, but Cotl had only looked at a few pages before he just stared at his brother. A signal that he was through looking at the book and that he didn't want to look anymore. Marik got the hint it seemed and he said 'whoops' before putting it away. Marik then went on to speak about the tattoo. Cotl was already ahead of him, jumping up and getting his tattoo gun, before he traveled back over, put the gun down on the end table, and then moved over to his drawer, picked out the black ink, a new needle, and his knife that he would shave the area down with. The male laid down for him and Cotl came up and started to shave the area on the base of his neck. The other male told him that he wanted some new piercings as well. Cotl might have had some spare metal within his jar of needles. He wasn't sure though, because he had been giving away piercings more than tattooing. He thought for a moment, counting the piercings he had done. He had given six to Ember, the woman whom had given him the horse in exchange, and then one to Kansas. He had about two bars left, and four or five rings then. He nodded his head. Ja, we can do that now too. I'm sure I have some extras. the male spoke as he continued to shave his brother's collar.
Sprechen. Denken hart. Wandernd.
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