Soo sorry for the wait and for this failpost. Idk what to do lawl. >> WC: 347
These fucking weirdos were making Kesho feel like the crazy one. He watched with narrowed eyes as the boy scribbled out two words and presented it to him. "Not defyle." Well, that was clear enough. It seemed that the boy's father had passed on his convoluted logic.
As if confirming the boy's written words, Cotl said:"Dis ist not ein defiled body."
At this, Kesho couldn't help but let out a snort of disbelief, rolling his eyes and turning his head briefly to look away.
With another spastic movement and vocalization, the crazed man then added, "Dis ist glorified. Vhy lets worms eats-FICKBITCH- him vhen he kann bes safes on mein shoulders?"
"I think you've got some fucked up morals," he mumbled, mostly under his breath, though not bothering to fully hide his words.
This man had obviously gone around the bend long ago. The stubborn part of him wanted to argue, but he was already mentally exhausted, and didn't honestly feel like dealing with this asshole anymore. With a glance to the child as the two chattered away in German, the man examining his son, Kesho gave a heavy sigh, followed by a low growl. Perhaps it would be better to just leave this one alone, their messed up rituals and all. But it was Izaak, that silly boy who'd done no harm, but still paid as if he had. Kesho simply couldn't just ignore this.
He didn't speak anymore, but watched and listened to the pair as they spoke to one another. It was clear to him that he was being pushed out. Fine. Red eyes stared at the spiked skulls along the border as Cotl spoke of them, noticing just how disheveled some of them appeared. He glanced to the pair again, and made his way towards the skulls himself. Even though he wasn't wanted here, he would stay. If this maniac even dared to let Izaak's skull come to rest here, Kesho would make sure it was stopped.
In the meantime, he, too, would ensure that their decorations were not lopsided, fallen, or dirty. They must be bright and gleaming displays of strength, perseverance, and punishment.
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