When it was explained to him what it was the boy once again glanced at the tattoo. So what if it was family tradition? He didn't ask for it. After all the only alterations to his body were the scars on his forehead, another thing he hadn't asked for and the one that had created them had suffered for it, and the second tail that he had tied to his own. Unfortunately his brother had suffered just so that he could acquire that one. So it seemed with any addition to his body someone ended up getting hurt for it. They always paid and it didn't seem as if it would turn out any differently this time.
While his mind worked more clearly in this state there was only one emotion that he could feel and that was rage. It was an all consuming and encompassing emotion. Nothing else could be filtered inside. The repetitive thought within his mind at the current moment was that this guy actually had the nerve to touch him and mark on him while he was sleeping. No one ever did this sort of thing without his permission. Fuck family. The midget didn't even act like family. Family was familiar with each other. They touched and showed love freely but this guy didn't. He had always kept himself distanced. Why distance yourself from family? What was the point of it? He knew as much about Cotl's past as Cotl knew of his own. While this didn't usually bother him it did in this state, made him wonder what other secrets were being kept.
"Ich habe nicht für diese fragen." He spoke the words with a glare towards Cotl. What gave him the right to think that he could just mark all over everyone. Stupid little fucktard, it wasn't even his job anymore. He needed to get the fuck out and his damn job. Made one wonder why he even got a promotion. He didn't do a fucking thing but sit on his ass all of the time. He needed to get out and do whatever the hell job he had now. Not sit around and write on others. "Ich habe nicht gesagt, dass Sie dies tun können." The words were spat out with a growl as he made to emphasize the mark on his arm by pointing at it.
Izaak tried rubbing at it and then scratching at it but the symbol refused to be removed. Actually the more he messed with it the more it hurt. What the fuck!? Why wouldn't it come off!? "Es loswerden!" The boy climbed off of the bed and approached the man sitting in the chair. "Ich möchte mir es ab!" When he finally got over to the other he had to kneel down in front of him to be on a similar eye level and held out his arm to his uncle, wanting the tattoo to be taken off. Of course even if it would come off he wouldn't be so easy to forgive, not with the state that he was in. Oh no, this guy had to still pay for even thinking that he could freely touch him. For thinking that he could mess him up. He had been perfect just the way that he was. He didn't need this ugly ass design on him. He was already an Ulrich without this. He had been an Ulrich the entire of his life. This didn't make him anymore of an Ulrich than he had already been before.
"Es ist nicht schön. Es ist hässlich." At least that is what this state of mind said. This state of mind was pleased with nothing but torment and torture, of others most certainly. His only glee came in payback. Came in getting just what he wanted and causing others to pay for going against him. All of this man's berating and scolding... What made him so fucking high and mighty anyways? He was nothing but a fucking midget that talked shit to make himself seem bigger than he was. Could just step on him and squish him like a bug. The imagery had the child snickering to himself.
The kid had made to lay his arms atop the other's legs so that he could have some sort of brace as he leaned in close and sniffed at the man's breath. "Was ist das für ein Geruch?" It smelled like his mother. Stupid bitch! His lips twitched back as the memory flashed into his mind. 'Verbrauchen Sie mir, Izaak.' Is what she had told him and he had done just that. Consumed until there was nothing but skin and bones left. He had given her exactly what she had asked for.
Looking up at this man's face he could imagine him saying the exact same thing. He could see those lips moving and those words being spoken. 'Verbrauchen Sie mir, Izaak.' The man was saying the exact same thing as his mother had. Oh, he would consume him alright. He would take in every last fucking inch of him. And he would start with the prize that his mother had complimented over and over again. His head dropped as he licked his lips and focused on a particular part of Cotl's anatomy. The boy stuck out his tongue and leaned his head forwards to try and lick at him while hands made to rub at the man's thighs. He could see the past playing out all over again. Of course the genders were different. It didn't matter because he had a brother and knew just what to do anyways. And well, he had the same organ himself and knew just how he liked it handled. The boy's hands made to try and squeeze at the man's thighs while he attempted nuzzle his face into the other's lower region, trying to entice him to display himself for further attention. The words continued to play over and over in his head, dictating his actions now.
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