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         He’d found a decent enough weapon to exchange with Cotl for the tattoo he so desired and could not ink himself. He’d shown the male the torn page printed with the picture he’d found decent enough in the depths of an old, dusty, and half decayed book in the city, and gathered up the light-weight weapon from his storage of possessions locked away in the shadows of a building. For a long time he’d collected things—knives, swords, scalpels, cages for small animals, and small animals within, all dead by “experiments” performed at his own hand. Books and various liquors also found residence within rotting boxes, but all of these material possessions meant little to the beast. They were merely interesting things, and he cared less if the building burned down or not while he was away. The sword he’d picked out was a katana of decent make, with a three-clawed, Japanese dragon painted on the side of the blade.

         Samael was the biblical crimson dragon—the serpent-king, so it seemed a perfect gift to the male, with an obvious indication of who’d granted it marked permanently right there on the steel. His own dragon was of the winged, western variety, but regardless a dragon was a dragon despite the origin of culture and aspects of its nature. He entered the mansion with the sheathed blade held at his side, moving up the stairs toward the room that smelled most like the hybrid male. Clawed hand formed a fist and rapped sharply on the door, searching for the creature to finalize their deal and grant Samael the physical mark of the serpent beast boldly across the flesh of his back.

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A male by the name of Samael Lykoi had come to him at one point, and asked him about a tattoo that would be large, like the one that he had been designing for the lovely Halo Lykoi. This other male wanted a dragon though, which he had told the other male that he could do, simply because he had done a dragon once before, on his brother's forearm none the less. The tattoo would be complicated though, but he didn't mind. As long as the other male could sit still long enough for Cotl to finish the work. The Lykoi wanted it going down his back, which was one of the more easier spots to do, though for the patient, it was painful. Cotl had no problem with pain, simply because he wasn't the one who had to endure it. The other male had to.

The boy had been looking at dragon designs in his big book before he had heard the sound of knocking on his door. He had also been smoking a little bit of reefer out of his gas mask, simply because if he was relaxed, then the male might also be relaxed. Cotl was fully prepared to smoke the other male out as well if the other male wanted to smoke. If not, then his lost, not Cotl's. He had been expecting the male though, looking through books to get himself mentally prepared to do some art of the Lykoi. Cotl had all of his supplies set out on the end table that was next to his bed, and once he got up from his bed, he had wrapped his German flag around his shoulders, and he opened his door, gas mask still on his face. He had motioned for the male to come in, and once the male was in, he was quick to close the door behind him. He had told Marik that he was going to be tattooing someone, so the male needed to find something to keep him busy for a few hours, and his brother seemed to be understanding, and he went off to do whatever, so Cotl was sure that there would be little interruptions. Ya' ready? -DUMB SHIT BASTARD- the male spoke through his gas mask before he took the lighter and lit the bowl once more, and hit it. You want some to calm you down a bit before we start or you just wanna get -NYEHH- this over with? the male asked as he slowly let the smoke come from his lungs.

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         Pain was a common concept to the beast, though not in the same way as many others. Pain was beauty to him. Pain was life, and pain was pleasure. To have his flesh torn to the bone and his veins bled out was ecstasy, and he did not hold any nervous anticipation for what was about to occur. He’d tattooed his own flesh before, marking the crimson colored chaos star into his flesh, and he’d endured the pain of a needle pressing ink beneath his skin already. But when the male opened the door, wearing a flag draped across his shoulders and a gas mask on his face smelling heavily of marijuana, he accepted the offer of the drug merely for the mind-numbing high that would ensure.

         The man’s tongue was strange, spewing out obscenities and meaningless sounds without true desire or intent, but he’d noticed his peculiar quirk before and simply ignored them without comment. “No reason not to,” he replied, before lifting the blade into sight and holding it out toward the male. “Your promised sword in return for the tattoo,” he added, finding a place to take a seat until it was his turn to take a hit and then begin the tattooing process.

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No reason not to the other male responded. With that, Cotl unstrapped it from the back of his head and passed the gas mask to his acquaintance. Cotl could not call the male a friend, he had not found anything particularly charming about the male, and this was simple business for Cotl. There hadn't been thought about a bonding experience, though, things could change. I mean, he could have been in for a surprise, like he was with Halo. He never expected to find a nice person, a diamond in the rough. The male just never really expected any trade to be nothing more than business in the beginning. If he found a friend, then power to him. The Imaginfer handed the lighter, along with the mask. Your promised sword in return for the tattoo the male spoke to him again, holding out the blade in trade for the mask, in a mini trade that was. Cotl clutched the blade by the sheath before he let the male grasp the mask and Cotl was quick to draw the sword from it's sheath. He inspected it, being in a well kept condition. It was sharp still, and looked like it would still cut through things particularly easily. The male smiled lightly, and nodded his head, while re-sheathing the sword and then looking to the other male. Phantastisch. the simply German word was spoken by the male. Cotl then pointed at the bed. That's where you'll be laying down for me at. -MEH- You'll have to show me where you want it specifically, und... he paused and looked at the male. Did you bring the paper with the design? the male asked the other, figuring it would have been better for him to just keep it from their previous meeting, but he also guessed that he would want to admire it before it was on his back or some shit. He didn't know, he knew that people were weird though and did some strange shit like that at times.

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