OOC: [m] for drug use! [p] for sweet Kansas boy <3
Rebel rebel party party
After his meeting with Anselm, he had ended up with a bong and a pound of weed. He knew of only one way to get rid of the pot, so he had already been starting to smoke it away. Marijuana was a magical herb, since it seemed to make the metal head male into one of the most tolerable people on the face of the planet. He also seemed to think about more creative things. Such as the device that he had on his head. Instead of having to lug the damn bong around (the glass bong that Anselm had given to him in exchange for his tattoo) he had gotten his canine designed gas mask (M6-12-8) and modified it to where he could just light the end of a bowl, and suck in, and get a hit from the gas mask. It was a rather genius idea if he could say so himself. So this morning, he was on his way to Halifax, his mask mounted on his face, and his body mounted on his horse. The stallion thought that his master's new contraption was slightly weird, and he nickered at the sight of his master's face covered by the mask. Cotl paid the nicker no attention and was quick to get himself on the stallion's back and then he tapped the stallion's side.
They took off out of Inferni, and using the path that he had taken with Anselm, they made it there in a lesser amount of time than when he normally went by himself formerly. The two had made it to the city, and Cotl had the feeling that he should stop by the library, maybe in hopes to see that one feo whom had the blueberry yum yum seeds. He doubted she'd still be hanging around the library though. He still figured it wouldn't hurt to try the place anyways, so he quickly tapped the horse's side again, and they took off in a full speed gallop through the city. You'd expect to hear Cotl screaming "The British are coming!" but of course, Cotl hadn't gotten that deep into the history books of the humans.
It didn't take long for the two to turn down that last street and to come up to the tall building that was the library. He looked up at the tall building, almost impressed, the second time he had found the place. He then took the lighter and lit the bowl again, and slowly breathed in. He held the hit for a second before he exhaled, the smoke filtering through a vent at the bottom of the mask before he giggled lightly. Now what was he doing here again?
---------------
Cotl Ulrich, You are? Only a genius works in coexistence with their mind and now I dance away, singing a tune that only I can hear.
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
[/html]