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His friend hit the mask again, this time taking the lighter for himself. Cotl didn't mind. Not in the slightest. It was just the look that Cotl had on his face that was of anger, or coldness. The male was a strange one, and sometimes he seemed to be angry or whatever and he was simply completely content. Cotl had a hard time expressing his emotions on his face, and only knew the looks of sadness, anger, coldness, and happiness. The happiness was the one he was working on still. The other emotions were the ones he always had back in Germany, and happiness was something that was completely new to the male. He'd first experienced happiness here, in Nova Scotia, when his brother had arrived on that boat. That was the first time he had experienced the happiness that was something that was starting to manifest within his breast. He didn't recognize it, nor did he openly welcome it because of his own issues with not knowing what the emotion was. All he knew was that it was a warm feeling in his chest, but it was different from anger. It was a pleasant warmness.
Once he was done hitting the mask, it was passed back to him, and Cotl proceeded to clean out the bowl that was now all ash, and he repacked it and mounted it on his face again. The other spoke of the trade, offering cigarettes (which Cotl was not interested much in because of the fact that he didn't like the smell that tobacco left on things) and vodka. Now, Vodka was very rare to come by both here and in Germany, and Russian Vodka was much much rarer. Cotl took interest in this, mainly because Cotl would never turn down a chance to get shitface drunk. He actually loved to get drunk and then screw some women. Cotl nodded his head as he lit the end of the bowl and inhaled the hit. He held his finger up to his friend for a second, telling him to hold on a minute while he was taking his hit off of the mask. After he was done, he unstrapped the device and handed it back to his friend. -NYEH- I'll do it for die Vodka. You have ein design? he asked the other male, cocking his head to the right, hand still holding the mask and lighter out to the other kid.
The male also cleared his throat and let the rest of the smoke flood from his lungs before he spoke again. -FUCKING COCK MONKEY BASTARDS- Vhen do you vant to have it done? he went on to ask the other male.
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