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There were little things that Cotl thought were funny but not twisted. Twisted things were funny to him, like things getting their heads ripped off at high speeds, or someone falling and breaking their bones, or someone being killed. He thought that these were funny, so words that would be put together in a funny, and/or hilarious way would not dawn upon the German as funny. He was not much of a comedian. He never would be a comedian it would seem either because he just did not have a normal sense of humor. Sadism is his humor. Until someone came out with a hammer and they start beating themselves in the head with it, you wouldn't have seen even the slightest look of a smile forming on his face before the hammer. The woman would offer him two words before she would then go on to speak about splitting the cocaine with him. He nodded his head. She didn't mind cutting it, and that was good news for him.
She would tell him that she didn't know what to get tattooed at the moment. A frown still hugged his face as he sat there, on his chair in front of the woman. He tried to imagine what she would look good with. The woman would go ahead and speak some more, Cotl barely paying attention just because he was weird. He put his hand on his chin and his elbow on the arm of the chair as his bi-colored eyes were on her, cold as they always were, and not showing any signs of lightening anytime soon. He sparingly listened to her words about her first tattoo being a gift from some passerby. Cotl never gave his tattoos as gifts. They were too valuable to him, and that was how he made his living, so he couldn't just give it out for free. She would even make fun of herself to get her point across, and she spoke about the meaning of her tattoo. Cotl would care less actually what it meant, as long as it was pretty, you know?
When she took his sketchbook, she looked through it and marveled at some of the pictures. Most of them were ones that he spend either hours or days on. Sometimes there were the scarce "unfinished" ones that littered the book as well. she would comment on how good they were. Danke. the man would thank the woman quickly as she had commented on how nice they were. Then she would ask what the trade was and she would explain how much cocaine she had in her possession and ask the terms. You gives mich ein design und I tattoo it vherever you wants it. -NYEH- I vould likes amount depending on die side of the tattoo. the man would quickly speak to the woman. Die bigger die -STUPID LITT BITCH FACE WHORE- tattoo the more kokain you give to mich. the man spoke, nodding his head lightly as he spoke to the woman, his throat clearing roughly afterward as well as a twitch of his large ears topped it off.
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