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HALO PLZ KTHX- [m] for sex pfft I wish. Drug and alcohol use. +3
Cotl had wrapped his hand up since the incident. He had been trying to use his hand as well, with him trying to reset traps and whatnot. Every time, he either got his hand caught in the trap, or he had bent it wrong and got the wound reopened. His left hand getting the abuse of every day work. He wasn't able to hold his sword too well either. He hadn't really been out of the house much besides checking the traps though, still saddened by the woman ditching him. He was still upset because she was/is one of those people that he really wanted to have a friendship with. He wanted a friend, and him being stupid made her mad and go away. Hell, the kid had stabbed his hand all the way through just because of it. He really wanted a friendship, and he even punished himself because he fucked it up.
Cotl sat in his room, his eyes looking through the plastic of the gasmask that laid on his face. He lit the end of the bowl and breathed in, his eyes slowly closing as he had breathed the smoke in, held for a minute, and then exhaled. He was almost half way through his jar by now, him smoking more than normal, and by himself. He fogged out the room several times by now, the hallway probably thick with smoke outside of his closed door when he didn't stuff a blanket under the door to block it from venting out. Right now, he had the blanket there, and the door locked. He never really had the door locked when he was home, but today, he felt like he wanted to be alone or something. Depressed perhaps. Depressed, so he locked himself in his room. He took up his guitar all of a sudden and tried to strike some chords to make him feel better, but even that wasn't working. He stopped after a few minutes of trying and failing before he had looked down at the floor and grabbed his sketch pad and a sharpened pencil. He also had a bar of eraser that he picked up. He opened up the book and flipped to a blank page before he had started to doodle random morbid creatures in the corner of the page.