08-05-2011, 12:33 AM
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Kansas had bad luck with the second CD player he had found. He did not know what was wrong with it, but it could have been in need of batteries, which were so difficult to find that he never really bothered looking. It was terrible not to be able to listen to music, and that was why he had begun to make his own. Kansas nodded to Cotl's response, suppressing a smile at the accent and words he sometimes did not exactly catch — he got the gist of it, however. I usually come here for the same reason.... But today, eh, just wanted a walk. He raised a brow at Cotl's question, did he not reek of Crimson Dreams? Uh... no. Still in Crimson Dreams, he spoke with a chuckle. He loved his pack so much that it was inconceivable for him to ever leave. Until he went to Italy with Savina, years in the future.
Kansas sat down and shifted aside on the stoop, making room for Cotl to sit at a reasonable distance beside him, if he wished. As he was doing so Cotl asked of his piercing, and the unintended punctuation nearly made Kansas laugh again, but he sufficed with a goofy grin. Dickwad piercing. He lifted the straight lock of hair away from his eyebrow so that Cotl could see it more clearly. His mane was getting long again. Good. Never taken it out. He truly enjoyed being pierced, though he wasn't sure why. Releasing the strands of hair, he tapped his satchel with a pale finger and looked to his humorous coydog friend. You wanna toke...? he asked this hopefully, as this was the man who had first gotten him high and he longed to revisit the experience.
Kansas had bad luck with the second CD player he had found. He did not know what was wrong with it, but it could have been in need of batteries, which were so difficult to find that he never really bothered looking. It was terrible not to be able to listen to music, and that was why he had begun to make his own. Kansas nodded to Cotl's response, suppressing a smile at the accent and words he sometimes did not exactly catch — he got the gist of it, however. I usually come here for the same reason.... But today, eh, just wanted a walk. He raised a brow at Cotl's question, did he not reek of Crimson Dreams? Uh... no. Still in Crimson Dreams, he spoke with a chuckle. He loved his pack so much that it was inconceivable for him to ever leave. Until he went to Italy with Savina, years in the future.
Kansas sat down and shifted aside on the stoop, making room for Cotl to sit at a reasonable distance beside him, if he wished. As he was doing so Cotl asked of his piercing, and the unintended punctuation nearly made Kansas laugh again, but he sufficed with a goofy grin. Dickwad piercing. He lifted the straight lock of hair away from his eyebrow so that Cotl could see it more clearly. His mane was getting long again. Good. Never taken it out. He truly enjoyed being pierced, though he wasn't sure why. Releasing the strands of hair, he tapped his satchel with a pale finger and looked to his humorous coydog friend. You wanna toke...? he asked this hopefully, as this was the man who had first gotten him high and he longed to revisit the experience.