Oh yeah, hey Cotl. Happy holiday, dude. Anselm responded to Cotl. Cotl gave a smile to his friend and then was addressed to by the ashen male. German, eh? Guten tag, my man, guten tag he spoke to him, giving a stoned laugh, in which the Imaginifer actually joined in on before talking. Cotl also had grabbed the blunt that was handed to him and took a few tokes off of the blunt before passing it back to Anselm. Guten tag right back at 'ya, mein freund. the male spoke to the others before he had taken his mask and put it on the table. Cotl gave a twitch of his neck as he looked to see Silas, a male he had met only days before. They shared the mansion together, to Cotl's knowledge, and they were only meeting days ago. The Imaginifer needed to get out more, or atleast to meet his packmates more. Silas was probably the start of this. Cotl threw up an ivory hand at his friend as he approached, his maw letting a NYEH sound come from it before he was able to speak. Silas, mein man! the first words from the Russian's mouth were not intended for the German, simply because they both had gotten over the fact that there was a language barrier between the two on that field. It was then that he noticed that the ashen male and Silas had about the same accent, one was less thick then the other. His right ear fell back on his head for a moment, as if he was trying to understand the Russian words, but then reminded his stoned mind that he couldn't and wouldn't be able to understand what he was saying anyways. Vhat ees going on today? the Russian he knew had spoken to the group, ice blue eyes circling the circle of pot heads. Cotl smiled before Rurik jumped up and too spoke Russian. Vhatever he said!-FICK- the male spoke, not really caring what Rurik said, but agreeing with it anyways.
It was then another moved about the three Infernians and the Cour canines. Another wolf, from Dahlia De Mai had shown their ugly little face. Cotl couldn't help but bend both of his ears back. The Imaginifer was uncomfortable for a second, and took up his gas mask and mounted it on his face again. He took his lighter from his wrist band and lit the end of the bowl, covering the carb with his left hand, lighting with his right. He took a hit off of the mask, his sucking in the smoke for a good 30 seconds or so before letting the carb go and breathing in deeply. The moment that the smoke entered his little lungs, the brute relaxed. This mind had also worked through it, saying there were more Inferni than Dahlia, so it would be stupid for the Dahlia to pose a threat. Plus, the way he was approaching also denoted peace. Cotl the the grudges pass over like rain clouds that were not just yet ready to rain. The ashen male had called the dahlian "Conor" and asked if he would take a seat next to him.
The next two to show were also Inferni. A woman, and a male. Both seen at the meetings before by the Imaginifer. He held no relationship with them though, and really didn't even know who they were as far as names go. The Imaginifer had twitched as he had watched the two new faces. The male introduced himself as Razekiel Lykoi (this name had come up in a conversation with Kaena once, so he knew that this male was her son) and Cotl gave a curt nod to the male, still not speaking. They were seated before Rurik (the name was found out by when the dahlian had greeted him) stood up, a dumb smirk on his maw and started to talk. He spoke about what today was. Not without messing up at first, in which Cotl gave a dumb chuckle at as well as a rough clearing of his throat. He was with a bunch of strangers, new and unused to the male and his conditions, he could only hope that nobody got offended and walked away (though who would walk away from a pot circle because of someone cursing?...Exactly, someone worth not hanging out with.) Cotl took the mask from his face, noticing that it needed to be repacked and passed on. To his left was Anselm, Rikka, Rurik and then Conor, to his right being Raze and Silas. Anselm hadn't smoked out of the gas mask before, so Cotl made sure that he would explain before passing. Cotl had repacks the bowl and passed it to his golden friend. Zhis big hole ist de carb. -FUCKING CHEAP SHIT-Hit it like ein bowl. Dough, make sure de mask is suctioned on your face. the male explained, nodding his head as he let his friends experience the mighty gas mask.