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Sorry for wait. slight pp, hope you don't mind. +3
I vill try eet, the male spoke, taking the mask from Cotl and mounting it on his face. Cotl held a smile on his pierced maw. The look in the eyes of the other male as he looked at Cotl through the lenses was interesting to say the least, but Cotl could not identify the emotion the other was feeling simply by the eyes. He had never been that good at reading emotions, and he never would be. He could red a few looks, but not enough for him to recognize a look without the whole face in the picture. All you could see on this other male at the moment was his eyes.
Da, vill you light eet for me? the male asked. Cotl was happy to comply. -NYEH- Ja. a twitch was accompanied the sound he made as well as the simple German word that sounded like it would be english slang. Cotl held the lighter out to the end of the mask, and waited for the signal that the male was ready. Once that signal was given to the German, the male struck the lighter and held the fire up to the end of the bowl, flames engulfing the dried marijuana leaves, consuming them, and the smoke filtering down at the bottom before entering the mask. Cotl had removed the lighter from the bowl so the male could continue to hit it.
Cotl was stoned enough to be nice to the other male, plus, the male did try to be somewhat kind to the other members of Inferni, the Imaginifer not ever really picking a fight with anyone unless they blatantly disrespected him, or did something he didn't like. Cotl also was small, and even though he knew how to fight, and to fight well, it would be very hard for him to take down many of the other coyotes in the clan. The male in front of him was larger than the stout Imaginifer coy-dog, so he was no exception to this. His cold eyes narrowed on the male for a moment. Something was going on in that head of his. What it was? Random acts of violence.