[M] So Cold
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The woman was quick to grab his outreached hand, and he braced himself to help pick herself up. He'd notice that the woman hadn't been as heavy as she once was, him possibly weighing more than she by now. He'd begin to wonder where she had been, what she had been doing. Cotl cocked his rust-furred head and pushed some of the coal hair away from his bi-colored eyes. He looked upon her form, she dressed different from the last time she was around. She'd changed, subtly, but it was there still, and an artist's eyes were so trained to notice detail that he could tell right off the bat. She'd spoken to him about how she had left and then came back. That much he could notice. Cotl looked up at one of her tall ears. There was a piercing that had not been there before. He cocked his coked up head of his. A joker's smile was on his face as he looked at the ruby-eyed beauty. He'd noticed that A lot of the Lykoi women were beautiful. Halo and Talitha being the top two that he's met. Kaena too was beautiful, even for how old she was. Cotl opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form words, his throat cleared and his ear twitched. Vhere go? he asked, wondering where she had been this whole time. Und vas -FICKNICHTBITCHSHIT-happens? the man added on rather hurriedly, his hand going to his neck and scratching there for a moment like a crackhead. His eyes went to her eyes for a moment before they were back up on the ear with the spiral gauge in it. His face held a devious grin when she had gone on and asked him if he had missed her. Cotl wouldn't realize it, not until she had come back, and was here in front of him yet again, that yeah, he did miss her in a way. The two had spent a little bit of time together and they both had the same interests, so why the hell not?

Cotl let a chuckle pass his lips when she had sniffed him, smelling whatever drugs he had been dealing with, probably mostly the deep stench of whiskey that Cotl had been chugging in his room. She had not known what part in Cotl's life she had entered back in on, but things would more than likely be slightly different. The metalhead was getting to the point of insanity, and he was bound to break at any moment. She was a friend though, so she could only hope that she didn't become enemy and he snap at her. He'd yet to do so to a clanmember, but simply because he had normally been locked away in his room, getting fucked up and then maybe sneaking out and watering his marijuana plants in the greenhouse, or to take care of Maschine. Even then it had been rare that he would leave his room. He looked at the woman and was torn from his thoughts. Vas du dhink? the man purred to the woman, a pleasant sound coming from those thick German lips. The man cleared his throat again before he had moved closer to the woman, hands reaching out again, but this time to touch the woman and her soft fur. That was if she would let him.

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