[M] i'm a young urban psychopath

Silas Agata · 05-12-2010, 05:46 PM

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Though Cotl’s appearance and the atmosphere around him seemed somewhat unsettling, it didn’t really put Silas off too much. Sure, his random outbursts of swearing was strange, as was his many piercings and tattoos, but overall Silas found him intriguing more than anything. Especially since Cotl had, so far, been anything but mean to the kid, he assumed he’d develop an actual liking for the guy. "Ehh, both I guess," Silas replied, not having considered where the other male had gotten his mask. Though, now that he had brought it up, it was kind of interesting to know where.

Anselm. Of course. He’d have to track the man down at some point and see if he could make a trade of his own. After all, it seemed what Cotl had was some pretty good shit and Silas didn’t have anyone else to turn to in order to secure his own stash. "Ink?" The word caught Silas' attention and his interest was instantly piqued. "You tattoo?" Silas had seen plently of people with tattoos, his father amongst them, and had been considering getting one himself. His only problem, of course, was finding someone to do it for him and being able to make a fair trade. Maybe if Cotl was willing, the two would be able to work something out.

"Sure." Silas trailed after Cotl, watching for a moment as he placed the mask back over his face. When the golden male went to lighting the bowl, Silas let his icy gaze travel the graffiti covered walls of Cotl’s room. It instantly reminded him of the painting Mati had agreed to do for Silas, and he was reminded that he still needed to pick something out and deliver some supplies to Crimson Dreams. With the war essentially over, it would be safe for her to visit him. "Vould you be eenterest in a trade?" Silas proposed, turning his gaze back onto Cotl whose face was still obscured by the black rubber mask and thick lenses.

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