WC: 537
The man twitched his neck as he listened to the woman, her eyes were stuck on him, watching him doing what he did with his arms and body. His tail wagged lightly behind him, showing that he was at least somewhat happy to be in the presence of the woman, you know, if his joker's smile was not the only thing the woman needed to know that he was actually excited, or relieved that she was still around. Her returning didn't make him feel better about the death that had caused him to be paranoid that he was next to be killed off. If anything, it made him more insecure because now he would have to worry about Talitha being killed off, since she had been his friend. It made him nervous, though his face did not show this, for this was not on the front of his mind right now. His highness had pushed it away, and her vague answer was not satisfying to him. He gave her a look, curiosity sitting there in his eyes as the joker's smile sat on his lips still. He did not pry simply because he felt as if she was going to just give him the same goddamn vague answers, only to just confuse him. He did want to know what was up though, and curiosity in this man normally only grew deeper, never diminishing.
The doped man had looked at the woman. Du shoulds tell mich auf adventures vhen times komm. -NYEH- Ist nices dat yous kommt backs. the man played the game of him pretending not to care for now, but maybe when he was higher, he would forget and ask again. Once his hands had touched the woman's side, they lingered there only for a moment before the woman would twist away from his grip and he would be forced to pretty much catch himself from stumbling over. He leaned back and then forward again til he was balanced. Cotl then took a step back and grabbed onto the staircase's arm for support. He hiccuped once. Auf courses Ich sees das du lefts. Du scents faded. the man quickly defended himself. The Artist knew what went on around here, and he normally kept some sort of tabs on his friends, figuring out at least if they were around or not. He noticed when Heidi's scent had faded from the packlands. He never smelt her around anymore when he walked around the lands with nothing to do.
The woman changed subject yet again and she had changed it to what he had in his room. Cotl looked back up the staircase for a moment and thought about what he had. Ich gots a coydog skull -DICKFACE- Heand pelt. Still habe mein flag. Painted die valls somes...uhmm... he had to think about the way to say it in English. The word wasn't coming to him. fuck.. the man spoke, trying to think of the word but it still didn't come to him. He was feeling stupid right now. Jus' kommt und sees yourselfs. the man had spoken to the woman, grabbing out at her hand to pull her up the stairs and to his room, if she let him.
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