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Totally cool man. It'd be the best place to find him xD ; +5
Cotl had been in his room, smoking out of his gas mask after a day of doing all he needed to. He had checked his traps, taken care of Maschine, and went ahead and did a lap around the western part of the Inferni border. The day had been rather uneventful, him only finding a few rabbits that were trapped within his traps and then finding the borders empty of trespassers, or Dahlian wolves that just couldn't get over the fact that the war was over. He had his back against the wall that his bed leaned against, and his eyes were closed behind the lens' of the gas mask. It was almost like he was meditating. He was just high though. The male let out a NYEH sound though, the urge unbearable and uncontrollable.
The fire of the junkyard had barely affected him. He wasn't worried about how it could have easily been the mansion that set ablaze. When he did think about it, he laughed. Why would he laugh? Well, because the male's room would more than likely explode if there was fire around. The spray paint cans and the papers and other flammable things made Cotl's room like a mine. All it needed was the fire and you have yourself an exploding room. Cotl wasn't afraid of fire, for he had been one of the ones to go out and set ablaze the Dahlian packlands. Cotl had been part of the crew taken over there and he had been the only other one setting shit on fire besides Gabriel. The others, well, they were there to stand there and look pretty he supposed. Cotl gave a high giggle as he thought about that fire engulfing the Dahlian bodies.
He struck the lighter and pulled it to the bowl at the end of the mask and he covered the carb and lit the marijuana that was packed within the bowl. He inhaled deeply, letting the carb and stem fill with smoke before he would let go of the carb and take a second breath in to catch the smoke. He let some of the smoke out from his mouth so he would be able to clear the rest of the mask, and he cleared it before his audits caught the sound of something outside of his door. His head cocked at the door. Who could this be? He knew that Halo wasn't around today, so who would be here? The footsteps were too heavy for Cassius, or Marik as well. He got up from his bed and moved to the door. He opened it and looked out of it. Eyes caught the sight of a beast that he had seen at the meetings, but never knew who he was. Pierced brow cocked and his hand went to the mask and he took it off. Who are you? the male asked, his neck twitching to the right as he looked at the other male. Cotl tried to think if he had even heard the brute talk at any point in time, and he couldn't place a voice at all, so Cotl had been almost completely clueless to who this brute was.