OOC: nah, it's cool. I don't mind waiting. +3
She introduced herself as Marishka. Then asked who he was, and what he wanted. She had a harshness to her voice that he had finally learned was definitely different from his own accent and his homeland. He recently was meeting a lot of these accented people, them coming from Russia. He almost wondered if she was too related to the two Russo boys that he had met. A harsh sound came from the throat of the German male as he had gone ahead to speak. Cotl Ulrich. Imaginifer, Inferni. he spoke simply, his ear twitching back for a second as he had let his bi-colored eyes focus on the woman. The male looked down at the woman's contents of her hand. She held some bottles of vodka. Cotl let a crooked smile take his lips as he decided that he was too high up on the horse. He had quickly dismounted his steed and stood up in front of her. Even this bitch was taller than him. By a mere two inches. He couldn't help but let his eyes narrow on the woman. He couldn't stay mad though, because she did have very attractive features, and if Cotl got lucky enough, he'd be able to do....things with her...
Cotl watched the woman touch herself, Cotl still holding that crooked smile on his stupid German face. Vhat are du doing here....All alone, dear Marishka? the male asked, cocking his head lightly as he stood there, his broad shoulders rolling lightly as he stood as tall as he could in front of the woman. He tried to seem not as short as he was, but of course, it was a little bit noticeable about how he was a few inches shorter than her (though he was happy that she wasn't like Ember, whom was a good foot or two taller than him). Hopefully her drunk ass self wouldn't ruin this by calling him short (it was the one thing that set him off, and he attacked anyone who teased him about being small). Just hopefully.
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