The boy would beg Cotl one last time with a German "please". Cotl would simply look at the man with that dead look in his eyes, soulless, coldness, and fiery at the same time. His maw would be twisted in a scowl, large ears pulled back slightly, though not pinned. The other man was looking all pathetic and shit though, so it was hard for Cotl to want to strike out at the boy or anything. He knew that he wasn't going to give the kid what he wanted. He'd barely let Marik anywhere near him, and Izaak wasn't going to be an exception to this rule. Cotl stood there, unsure of what to do, so he just looked as threatening as a passive man could look at the moment, letting the kid think that whatever small movement could be one to set him off. Cotl said nothing though, his look on his face more than enough to tell the boy what he thought about the last beg that he had offered.
Soon the boy would move to another subject. He claimed the orange tail as his own, then he explained that it was a gift from Sascha because he simply "liked it". Cotl rose a pierced brow before his bi-colored eyes would move over to his younger brother, almost wondering what he thought about this child of his. Cotl twitched his head to the left and cleared his throat. Bi-colored eyes would move back onto the boy whom had stripped the tail from his own to show to Cotl. Cotl looked at it, and still frowned. Ich bet dat hurt, -FUCKSHIT- taking ist auf Ich means. the man had spoken softly, a twisted grin falling upon his sick maw of his. He found the pain of another to be fascinating and enjoyable, even if it was as twisted as his nephew tearing off his own son's tail. Ist es schön. the man responded to the boy's question before he dismissed the tail subject. It was quite strange how Izaak had obtained the tail, but it was whatever to Cotl now. A random question would then come from the boy, directed towards Cotl. Marik too looked up from his cleaning to cock his head at the boy, one ear flopping over on the man's head at the swift movement of his head. Marik would look back at Cotl. Cotl looked at Izaak. Auf courses Marik es meinem bruder. the man confidently spoke, nodding his head and clearing his throat after.
When the boy told him the next four German words, Cotl ended up busting out laughing, a hearty chuckle coming from his wicked lips, a cackle that had barely ever been voiced coming from that man chest. He couldn't help it, it was just so simple and such a weird reason for Bekka could think that Marik was his father because he was ugly. So Marik gets der hässlich kinder. the German giggled the words through his wicked lips as he started to recover. He looked at Marik with the wicked grin on his face. Marik ist nicht hässlich, so ist makes nicht senses das Rebekka -CUNT BITCH-denken das Izaak es Marik's just becauses auf das. the man spoke, laughter finally dying down to nothing, and Cotl's wicked grin eventually turning back into a frown. By die vays, Izaak, nicht touches mein stuffs agains, -UGLYSHITFACEBASTARD- dis room vas cleans vhen du gets here, und das vay ist stays. Du hears? the man finally growled those words towards the child, a warning in disguise.
Eat. Drink. Smoke.
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