M - Misery Loves Its Company

Cotl · 02-10-2011, 12:17 PM

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OOC: Oh, yeah I love me some Sascha <3 +5

The wicked grin could not fall off of his lips for now, since his dear son had been here to watch actions unfold. To see how Cotl dealt with the world around him. Cotl also was just glad to be around his mirrored boy, for it hadn't been long to tell that Cotl was the boy's father. Sascha seemed to just have things that pointed him straight to Cotl, including the duality of the languages of German and English. He sat upon his steed still, his height even taller than his son (which was rare because the lanky son of a bitch was just that, taller than his father) and he was forced to look down upon both his son and this man named Kesho. The cokehead had watched his son as he had dug into his pouch and gotten that notebook that they had found for him awhile back. They would need to get another one, or learn how to make paper for the man. Cotl was sure he would be able to find a way to do it. Sascha wrote one word on the page for Cotl to read. Sehr the simple verification that Cotl had been right about the old man being a fool. Cotl reached out an ivory hand to his son's black mohawked head, and he had pulled his fingers through the soft hair. It was getting long, Cotl did notice. He wondered when he'd have to cut it for him. Cotl got lost in his son's black mohawk that stuck up. Cotl wondered if Sascha would ever grow his hair out like both Marik and Cotl had done. That reminded Cotl that he also needed to cut Marik's hair, simply because Marik looked funny with long hair. Cotl looked natural with it, like he was always supposed to have it. He never did have it back then just because his 'master' would always cut it for him, against his will often times. Either way, Sascha's hair was distracting enough for the cokehead to totally forget that he was in the middle of an altercation with a crazy old man.

Cotl couldn't help but let a rather insane giggle pass his high lips as the old man had been stubborn, like all old men were. Cotl's hand finally left his son's soft hair on his head and it returned to Maschine's mane. The steed had considerably calmed since the man was over where he was, and Sascha was around. The Ulrich's always had been able to calm the Appaloosa steed with no problems. Dis ist not ein defiled body. the man verfied, right after Sascha had shown the other man the paper with those two words on it "not defiled". NYEH the man twitched his head to the right. Dis ist glorified. Vhy lets worms eats-FICKBITCH- him vhen he kann bes safes on mein shoulders? the man spat, his lips wrinkling back to show his teeth to the old man. Then the snarl turned back into that wicked jester grin. Vhat you do zu die dead ist defiling. Cotl insulted, that grin not faltering at all.

Sascha, -NNNYEHGHOMEFUCKPIT- lassen Sie mich sehen den Hals, ist das Tattoo, Gutes zu tun? the man spoke to his son, calling him over and wanting him to show him the tattoo since the weather had been getting colder. Es ist kalt? Cotl asked, wondering if he should get his son a scarf to cover it up. He was done talking to the old man, this was obvious. Oh ja, und I vas just fixing die borders up, vants help Sascha? the man asked, completely ignoring the old man now. The cokehead shouldn't have had to explain himself. The old man should have just accepted it. Old dogs obviously didn't learn new tricks.

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