[/html]Though she wanted the chance to cry, no tears came, only the hacked apart noise that went ignored, much to her enjoyment. Talitha was not emotional, she didn't enjoy being coddled or comforted in times of her sorrow. Being alone was simply easier, and more comfortable, than having to explain. It was with relief that she remembered Cotl's impaired mind. Drugs had saved her an awkward explanation.
Her large, black-tinted ears twitched as he mumbled, not trying to decipher his words for she knew she would be unable to. Instead, she merely nodded as he commented on the softness of her fur; she never paid so much attention to her own, more concerned with the appearances of others. After all, she knew what she was. There was no need to impress herself.
His fingers scratched gently at her neck, but found nothing. Talitha was too far into the pit of her mind to respond to what might have been a friendly gesture, and attempt to make her laugh, a chance to cheer her up. Ezekiel consumed her, until her friend spoke of a different path, and the cogs wheeled around to function in the same place that Cotl did. While she had been gone, she had changed many things. An ornamental scar, a hole in her ear, washed out clothing. They added to her, but made her a different person as well. His curiosity was specifically placed in the vaguely ornate spiral carved from a bleached bone. Who had given it to her?
"I met a coyote in the Wastes. Myron. He did it. I made the ring, though." A small achievement on her part, to make the bone look just so. Many had splintered off before she was successful. Slowly, she raised a hand to it, twisting it in the small hole to remove it and display it closer to the charcoal muzzle of the German. "He taught me some things."
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01-27-2011, 11:45 AM
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01-27-2011, 02:25 PM
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01-27-2011, 02:49 PM
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01-28-2011, 12:52 AM
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The woman was vague about everything, Cotl was quick to notice this as she had told him that she had learned normal things that she didn't know before when she had been with the coyote. Cotl was curious for specific answers, not just some vague bullshit that she had laid on the table several times now. He was getting slightly impatient with the little bits and pieces he was able to wiggle out of her, but never a whole story. If she was giving him such little information, maybe he should do the same to the woman, let her know as little a possible. Cotl didn't want to be left in the dark about things that could be of importance to him, and his head was boiling over the top with questions that he had for the woman. His tongue was too fucked up at the moment to ask such questions, and if he would try to peak these words to the woman, he'd more than likely just fail miserably because of his thick accented voice and his transitions between German and English. He had less control when he was drunk and high, and since his thoughts were in German most of the time, it was easy for him to drift in and out of the language, or get completely stuck in German, depending on what he was drinking and how much. The man had twitched again, his hips, and then his neck before he had cleared his throat. Dings like was? the man asked, his eyes rolling as he blinked lazily and looked down at the woman.
She had shifted, leaning up on him before she would ask him what was new and if he had found a mate. Cotl let out a cackle, loud and long as she had suggested that he had found a mate. Cotl was mateless, and as far as he knew, he was unattractive, undesirable. Cotl sometimes wondered why the ones who slept with him had done so, because he probably wouldn't fuck himself. To others he was apparently attractive, especially to Rebekka since the woman had called his brother the ugly one of the two when Cotl found Marik's appearance to be rather bearable, and better than his own patterened pelt. Once the man's stoned laugh would die down, a frown would be quick to take his face. Cotl had twitched his tall ear. -NYEH- Nein, no mate fur mich. Mein son came around vith his bruder. Dann bruder went off and got himself killed by some volf. Izaak Ulrich ist now vorm-food. Ich haven't found vho dids ist. the man quickly got to the point, telling her that Izaak had been killed. There had not been much else going on, only really him living his life the way he needed to live it. Every once in awhile, cotl would find himself looking for that wolf that killed his nephew (Cotl never treated Izaak like a son because he wasn't really his son. It was just more like a cover-up.) and wanting to know why, as well as to cut out the wolf's throat and drink it's blood from it's veins. Cotl wanted revenge for the way the person had killed his nephew. Cotl didn't understand why, and almost refeused to believe any stupid excuse someone would try to pull over on him. Cotl would still want to execute whoever did that to Izaak. Cotl would always want to execute such a person.
Oder dann das, nicht much as been happening.-TITTYBANGBITCH- Been just living mein life one days at ein time. the man spoke to the woman, shrugging lightly as he let his ivory hand lift to her chin, where he brushed his hand against her chin and he had smiled wickedly at the woman. Maschine, Blitzen, und Donder are all gut. the man randomly added, as fucked up as his mind was at the moment. He let his hand fall to his belly again, where he rubbed his stomach for a moment as he let his eyes wander back on the woman, and a smile still stuck on his wicked face.
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01-28-2011, 07:18 AM
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01-28-2011, 11:40 AM
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It seemed the woman herself was becoming slightly impatient with him, possibly for prodding, asking too many questions, but the man was first: curious as shit, and second: he was fucked up enough to just sit there and prod since he was too fucked up to do much else besides get more fucked up. Lazy bi-colored eyes had looked at the woman as she still sat on top of him, an arm at his side. She told him what he wanted to know, she knew how to pierce now, and also give brandings. Cotl himself found the second skill to be rather interesting because he did not know how to brand someone, only to shave and tattoo someone. He knew also how to burn skin so he could tattoo on it, but never to actually brand someone. Branding ist cools. Sounds usefuls.. the man spoke to the woman, his large ears twitching and then him clearing his throat. He was actually pretty comfortable under the woman, for she was warm, and the rest of the room had been pretty cold, especially the spots where his fur was thinned because of his tattoos, meaning his belly, arm, and leg were prime spots that were easily able to make him shiver because of the cold.
When he had given her the news of Izaak's passing (which seemed much too bluntly placed and almost uncaringly as well) the woman laid her ears flat against her head. That meant either she knew Izaak, or she had felt bad for Cotl because he had lost a family member. Cotl tried not to care so much about Izaak dying, but rather, he thought about how he might be next within the Ulrichs to be executed by a simple stab to the stomach. Cotl had yet to figure out how a simple stab to the stomach could kill the young man. Cotl had suspected foul play in the air long ago, and he was still suspicious about it. Cotl tried not to let the emotional distress show on his face. He held a frown on his lips, one that was commonly found on his lips, but it seemed more intense at that moment in time because of the subject he had been talking about before he was forced to move on to other things because of his mind. He didn't want to linger on Izaak. It wasn't worth it to him. She told him that it was simply disappointing that he had been killed. Stupid arschloch. the man muttered as he lazily turned his head to look at the coy-dog skull that sat on his counter, bare of skin and flesh, just the bones of the man's skull was still there. He let his hands touch the fur pelt that was beneath him. So, fucking stupid. the man muttered again as he had turned his icy-fire gaze back on the shepherd looking woman as his neck twitched again.
When he had touched her, he noticed the small smile that sat there. His wicked grin was back as quick as it disappeared though, and when his hand returned to his cold stomach, the woman had spoken to him and then gotten up from on top of him. He watched her stand and stretch before he had lazily pulled himself up against the wall so he was sitting up, so if he did pass out, he would be sitting up. He'd probably look funny passing out the way he was sitting now just because it was a rape-able position. His bi-colored gaze looked at her, and her face, then her body. Dugoings-NYEH- somvhere? the man asked, slurring the words together, and then he heard himself and how fucked up he was, so he started to chuckle lightly. Ichsofucksup.-FUCKYOURMOTHERAND HERFUCKINGTREE- the man spoke, chuckling still as he gave the woman a devious glare. Duwantsdrinksja? the man asked the woman, offering her again, the liquor that had been sitting on his counter since they had been in the room.
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01-28-2011, 12:20 PM
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It was true, Cotl did have little respect for the young man that he had skinned, decapitated, and burned the rest of the body of. Cotl insulted and poked at the stupid coy-dog because he was just that, stupid. He had no intellect in him, which had led to his death. If Izaak was anything like Sascha, he wouldn't have gotten himself killed. That reminded him, where was Sascha? Was he okay at the moment? Cotl began to worry slightly, wondering if his son was around, in the room next door like he normally was. There was no way for Cotl to hear the child, simply because Sascha was not able to talk, and the man was rather silent in most things that he did. Cotl barely heard the presence of his son, and when he did, it was more than likely just those raspberries that the child liked to blow because of his bad vocal chords. Cotl did think about how he needed to spend more time with his son, so he didn't end up like Izaak and his worm-food ass self. Cotl couldn't really do anything about the woman standing there, he was stuck to the bed for asking him to get out of the bed at the moment was just asking for disaster. Cotl probably wouldn't be able to even stand without falling over. Gravity seemed so much heavier when you were drunk, this was for sure.
Cotl had offered the woman some drink and she had taken it, saying it couldn't hurt to get a little tipsy. Cotl held a devious grin on his face as he had closed his eyes for a prolonged minute, almost seeming as if he was going to pass out right then and there, but he blinked his eyes back open lazily, looking around and wondering how long it had been since he did close his eyes since he didn't feel like it was only just a moment. He rolled his eyes again, and then he focused back on the woman. His ear twitched yet again and then his tail had done the same. He shook his head like he was trying to get himself to snap out of it, but there was no snapping out of a drunken stupor. She took his drink and drunk from it and after that she had told him that he should not be speaking of the dead man like Cotl did talk about him. Cotl giggled deviously to the woman and her statement, a mixture of how funny he thought she was and him being fucked up. Du ist nicht first ones to tells mich das.-FUCKSHITBITCHTITS- but believes mich, ist nicht bad as ist looks. Dis is how mine family treated die dead. Dere ist nicht -NYEH-disgraces in vearing his pelt, taking his head on adventures. Just showing him die vorld he has nicht seen befores.. the man explained, to the woman. No matter how disgusting it was, that's what his family had done with the pelts of their grandfather and grandmother, as well as whoever else of the Ulrich's that had passed on. It would be an insult for Cotl to simply just burn the body without taking the skull or the pelt. Things were different between the cultures, this was a given fact.
I only calls him stupid because he vas. He shouldn't have done vasever he dids to deserve die ende. the man spoke, shrugging lightly as his throat cleared. Ich do plans on burning das volf alive dough... the man added, wicked grin on his face yet again, once faded because of him explaining about Izaak. Unlike with Kesho though, Cotl did not get as defensive, for Talitha showed him no aggression about the whole ordeal, more likely there was disgust in her eyes rather than anger. If you were going to hate Cotl, then you might as well do it now, because it probably would just get worst from this point on, this was for sure.
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01-28-2011, 04:07 PM
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The woman didn't care that he had skinned, decapitated Izaak (Kesho thought differently) and she explained that it was just not nice to talk about how stupid Izaak was. Cotl cocked a brow at the woman, his bi-colored eyes were pinned on the woman, narrowed slightly, focused with almost a deadly glare in those eyes. Cotl was quick to draw both of his arms across his chest and he cleared his throat. What right did anyone have to tell him what to think about his own family? The man's wicked grin was quick to turn into a hard frown, and his eyes still stayed right where they were on the woman's face, looking straight in the woman's ruby eyes. A look of disgust passed her face. Cotl held the deepened frown there on his coal maw and did not say anything yet. He wanted to see if she had anything else to say to him while she was at it. She already looked at him like he was trash, she already made her decision about him, it would seem. She turned her back to him even. Cotl snorted. He couldn't get out of the bed, for he would stumble and fall over if he tried, so he just sat there, and looked hard at the woman's back when she was turned away from him. Cotl opened his maw to speak, but the only thing that came out would be a loud NYEH sound, but no actual words. The man pulled his lips back for a moment, showing his teeth to the woman's back, but quickly catching himself and letting his lips become flat and emotionless again. He put the frown back on his face as he continued to sit there, arms crossed across his broad coy-dog chest.
Fine. Ich nicht talks bads.-FICKSHITGNAD- the man simply spoke, his voice actually rougher than usual, as if he too was getting slightly irked. He actually was only because she had gotten slightly angry with him. He was still as he sat there against the wall. He blinked lazily, his eyes getting stuck closed once more, though this time his eyes had been closed for about a minute and a half before he would open them again and look at the woman. Cotl knew that he was going to think bad things about Izaak simply because the man had caused Cotl more trouble than Cotl needed in his life. It was almost a relief he was dead, even though Cotl had been taking it like he hadn't moved on quite yet. Cotl shrugged his shoulders lightly as he let his bi-colored eyes move over to a different spot, his eyes landing on the wall that had some graffiti that he had painted there one day. This wall had said "Sie glauben also, ihr könnt es besser?" in big bold letters. It was obvious that Cotl liked to write in German on his walls because there was more German and very much less English on the walls. Cotl loved his home language, and if he knew anyone who spoke German as fluently as he, then he would have talked more in German than in English. Tali, du knows hows reads, vrites? the man asked, not recalling if the woman had read books or not. He did know that she drew, but drawing and reading and writing were all different things. You could easily draw without needing letters and numbers. It was also just a randomly asked question since there had been a slightly uncomfortable silence between them that even Cotl found himself uncomfortable in. Cotl wasn't going to have that, so he decided it was time for him to talk..
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01-30-2011, 04:57 PM
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3+ Her fingers trembled as she gripped the counger, tapping her claws against the top surface. She didn't want to look at him, irritation bubbling over in her chest. It was made worse when he didn't speak, simply going through one of his noises. She could feel the red and blue eyes of the German man boring a hole in the back of her chest. One of the alert, black-tipped ears atop her head twitched vacantly. The room had become darker and smaller, claustrophobia settling in the pit of her stomach. When he finally spoke to her, he simply gave in, surprising the coymutt; she expected more fight in him. His tone made up for the lack of aggression, a sinking feeling consuming her irritation. He was angry. At least in the eyes of the woman. She took a deep breath, wiping at one of her eyes with the back of her tan-furred hand. Her objective changed; she just wanted to get out of the room, away from Cotl. Her crimson eyes darted across the wall, panic setting into her skull. But the subject was changed with a simple sentence. You know how to read, right? The darkness that creeped into the corners of her sight faded away into nothing and she turned her head, glancing to her friend as he sat on the bed behind her. She wondered if it was okay to tell him the answer, if it would be perceived as a weakness. No, it was Cotl. Cotl was a friend. "No. I can't read." Talitha fell silent, stepping away from the counter and returning to the bed, kneeling atop the mattress to get comfortable beside the ginger male. Her journal was proof that she was illiterate, pages filled with seemingly nothing but symbols; true, she was able to decipher the homemade hieroglyphs, but she was certain few others could. A bonus, perhaps, as no one would be able to steal information from it. .talithaop .ooc {font-style:italic; } .talithaop p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .talithaop b {color:#3d3d3d; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .talithaop {background-color:#C3C8D3; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/27zazra.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } .talithaop-border {width:404px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .talithaop .inner {margin:10px 10px 250px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px;} </style> [/html]
01-30-2011, 07:47 PM
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After a silence had passed, glances and glares passed, the woman told him that she could not read. She did not tell him if she was able to write, but since she could not read, then she probably couldn't write. Cotl knew how to do both, simply because he had been taught as a pup to read and write as well as draw. The artist looked at the woman, his bi-colored eyes stuck on her and her movements. She'd move back on the bed with him, getting comfortable next to him. Cotl looked to the wall that had the phrase he was looking at earlier. Ist shames. Habe interests in learning somedays? the man asked the woman, a hiccup coming from his maw after, obviously from his consumption of alcohol. He wondered if the woman ever would want to learn to read, because there were all kinds of things that she could know about what the humans had figured out before they had passed on if she had been able to read like he had been able to. Cotl knew quite a few things about the humans and their maschinen. Cotl figured that the woman then would know little about what the humans were, who they were and what they did. Cotl was curious to know what it was like to not know what the hell they were about. Cotl let a wicked grin fall back on his lips, for what reason he did not know. It was just there. She sat there with him, and he crossed his legs for a moment, his arms still crossed over his broad chest.
-NYEAH- the man let the sound come from his maw, and his neck twitched to the right. He shook his head before he took the bong from the floor and brought it back up on the bed. He put his mouth to the mouthpiece and then he took the lighter from his nightstand and then he had flicked the flame and held it to the herb. The herb turned red and then black and then an ashen gray color as it burned in the fire. Cotl pulled the smoke through each of the chambers before it would enter his lungs. He took the piece out to clear the bong and he did so before holding what he could and putting his head up and back against the wall. He looked at the ceiling for a moment before he coughed out the smoke. It sent him into a coughing fit where he was just straight coughing for a minute or two before he was able to breathe normally and be okay. He shook his head when he was done coughing and he looked at Talitha. Ich okays, -FICKFACE-Ich promises. the man spoke to her and he had put the bong back on the floor and he had laid himself back down on the bed completely. Vill du bes here vhen ich vakes back up? Or ist all of dis just ein dream? the drunk man asked the woman randomly. He was just fucked up right now, so that's where he was at the moment in time. In fucked up land.
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01-31-2011, 01:20 AM
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look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up for the slaughter
The woman showed no interest in knowing the language of the humans, and he figured that it wouldn't matter to her anyways, what they knew. They had found lots of things out, about the earth and how it worked, as well as the maps of where countries were and also they had found things out about the moon and the sun. Cotl didn't know if the things they spoke of were true, but to him, if they were so advanced to have buildings and a written language, then they were pretty advanced. The man did not bother to try and convince her otherwise. His whole family had learned how to read and write, and his son, Sascha, this was his only way of communication besides blowing raspberries since his mother had been cruel enough to maul the boy and take out his vocal chords. The man wondered if the woman had met his son yet. She had apparently known Izaak, so maybe she had run into the man that looked like him, only taller, younger, definitely more silent than he. Izaak didn't look anything like Cotl, the coydog had stuck to getting the features of his mother, Rebekka and his true father, Marik, while Sascha took on the exact look that Cotl had. All the boy had to do was add the black points that Cotl had, and bam, you had a tall version of Cotl Ulrich. "Sascha can't talks. Only vrites. -FICKNYEH- His mutter did someding to his voice. Ist doesn't vorks anymores." Cotl let the words pass his lips, slightly slurred, more tired than anything. It'd been a few days since he'd been fucked up enough to actually pass out (the other nights he'd get so close, but then he would end up just sitting there staring at the ceiling, drunk and just laying there until the sun rose and he wasn't fucked up anymore.
His eyes rolled back onto the woman, him turning over on his side to look at her completely, and he rested his head on his hand, his elbow being against the bed to hold him up. His large coyote ears(the only thing he bothered to take from his dad besides the size of his body) twitched and he watched her through those bi-colored eyes of his. She had told him that she did not know if she would be there when he woke up, she wouldn't tell him if this, right now was a dream or not. Maybe his words were not clear, but the man decided, if this was a dream, then he would need to make the best of it. Dann, -FUCKTITS- Let's make the best auf die times ve gots now, ja? the man spoke, devilish grin on his face as he had taken his free hand and he took it to her face to turn it towards him, so that she could look at him. She'd been avoiding his gaze for awhile now, and he found it to be quite frustrating, so he had fixed it, just like that.
"Sprechen"
02-03-2011, 03:35 PM
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She was patient in trying to wait for him to sleep, but he seemed to desire conversation more than rest. It was humorous, at least, though she still felt concern for her friend. She knew from experience that the best cure for a drugged mind was simply rest. But perhaps he wasn't ready to let it slip away. Their conversation about reading and writing was short lived, Cotl mentioning someone named 'Sascha' whom she hadn't yet met, and his inability to speak. Vague curiosity passed over her features at the circumstances surrounding it. Perhaps it was a sibling of Cotl's. "A shame. I would hate to lose my voice," she reflected, reaching out to brush the German's straight coal hair back over his shoulder. Though he seemed exhausted, he retained the handsome quality she had first noticed in August. Cotl's blue and red eyes fell back onto her as he propped his head up and turned onto his side. It was hard to look at him dead on, able to focus on his fur over his eyes. She feared what she might see there. But he didn't give her the chance to calm her worries. As he spoke, his free hand took her chin and turned her gaze to him. Talitha could feel her insides clench, a well of emotion pouring out into the crimson red Massacre eyes that she had taken from Faolin Mogotsi. "Then let's make the best of the time we've got now, yeah?" There was a subtle nod on the part of the de le Poer princess, a smile brightening her solemn expression. "I think you might be too tired, dear, to make the best of it," she murmured, letting her muzzle press against the man's cheek in a display of affection. If anything were to start, she had a feeling it wouldn't get finished, with Cotl falling asleep in the middle. The idea brought a brief laugh from her chest. <style> .Talitha-kTable p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .Talitha-kTable b {color:#161514;} .Talitha-kTable-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;} .Talitha-kTable-header {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#161514; text-shadow:#000000 0px 0px 4px; float: right; margin:5px; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;} .Talitha-kTable-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .Talitha-kTable {background-color:#ab9e8e; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; background-image:url(http://img573.imageshack.us/img573/4826/talitha.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 285px 0px; } </style> [/html]
02-03-2011, 08:29 PM
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look at these people, amazing how sheep will show up for the slaughter
He didn't realize that she wouldn't know the one who looked so close to himself. She had not been around long enough to see him when he had shown himself to the world, letting Cotl and Marik know of the boy's existence. Sascha also was a silent boy, never really out there and going to talk to others, not only because he couldn't talk, but because he seemed to be a lot more shy than his father. Cotl was vain and out there, his son was withdrawn, and always hiding behind Cotl like Cotl was going to make all the scary things disappear. Cotl would protect his son if Sascha was ever in danger, but it wasn't like Cotl would be of much help if there had been a wolf attacking his son. He was small, and pretty much a snack for a wolf. It wouldn't stop him from trying to take out an eye, but he still would have a better chance running away or setting the wolf on fire rather than actually fighting hand to hand combat with one. The woman would tell him that she would hate losing her voice. Cotl didn't know if he would miss his voice or not, simply because his voice was a problem to him often times. He could not be silent for too long because of his voice, so if he didn't have a voice, then maybe he would be able to be silent for once in his goddamn life. The man shrugged his shoulders and grunted. "Ich never dhoughts abouts ist. Ich dhink ich kann live -NYEH-vithouts die tics.." the man spoke to her, nodding his head ever so slightly. This as when he thought about headbanging, and then how awesome he would look doing it, but then he thought of the headache that was sure to come on after it. Cotl also thought about how fucking lazy he was at the moment. He decided against it, but figured he'd think about it later, when he woke up, and he could show Talitha how long and sexy his coal hair was. Yeah, that's what he'd do.
When he'd suggest that they make the time that they had together for the best, the woman had retaliated with how she thought he was too tired to do anything. It was sadly true, for he had been up for days and now he was finally, finally able to be tired, to sleep. Of course it had to be when his fling had come back in town. Of course. A frown had found his face, and he had continued to look at her, she kissed his cheek, and he almost fell over, but he leaned forward a little bit to get his balance back. She laughed, and he shook his head lightly. "Dann at leasts snuggles vith mich. -BULLSHITEATINGCUNTNUGGETS- Ich passes out und let du goes eventuallys." the man spoke to her, his free hand going to twirl his finger in one of her auburn curls. "Bitte?" the man asked as sweetly as he could, even if it sounded like it was half-hearted or cold as ice.
"Sprechen"
02-03-2011, 10:37 PM
[html]3+ Yeah, she's out like a light. You can post back or have it archived if you want. <3
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