[M] Kokain...Yummy
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Heeheeeheee >3 and powerplay was granted. | 572 words



Sas was getting use to his brother no longer being around though it still made him feel a little down. He wondered if that would always remained. At least he wasn't like before, where his scowl was harder than usual. He was pretty much his usual self minus the small ache he would get here and there. Ruby eyes found interest outside the window. He even took the moment to open it, feeling the outside temperature. Winter wasn't over just yet, the chill trying hard to linger. However, the warmer seasons would surely win; it was only a matter of time. He closed the window; it wasn't too cold but it also wasn't warm enough to keep it open. He walked over to his counter where he had the two tails, his and his brother. He picked them both up, using one hand to hold them and the other to pet the fur. This would probably be a strange thing to do but not to him. Instead of it being freaky to him, he easily pictured his brother wearing them like he always did. After a moment of reminiscing in the past, he neatly placed them back how he had them before.


He probably should have tied them onto his stubby tail but he was use to his tail being the way it was and so he kept the tails for show; mainly for himself. He didn't really get many visitors only because he hadn't met many well enough to establish a friendship. He was too shy and a coward to have many friends. Not that he mind. He was use to being alone, not counting his father and Izaak...when he was alive. Speaking of which, he wondered how his father was doing. He hasn't seen him in some time. Instead of spending the time wondering, it would be easier to simply go next door to see. Yeah, it wasn't like he was so far away to simply pay him a visit. So he headed outside, only grabbing his bag which held the book and pen. He didn't see a reason to take his club when he wasn't going anywhere but to his father's room. He found no threat which meant he felt safe there. It was probably the only place he would feel safe without his club; other than his own room. Though, no offense to his Cotl, he still pondered about bringing it. One never knew what could happen even if they simply stepped outside the door.


It took a couple of steps to reach the door and he knew all he had to do was open the door. He had gotten to the point where he no longer knocked; though he still hesitated a little before doing so. His hand paused inches away from the door knob; ruby eyes staring at it as if pondering if he should enter or not. Little time passed before he opened the door and as soon as he came in, he found Cotl sitting on his bed smoking out of his gas mask. He lifted his hand to wave hello to the smoking man. With no reason, as usual, he began blowing raspberries as his eyes wandered about the room. Now that he had seen his father clearly alive...he wasn't sure what to do with himself now. So he just stood there looking at his father with that same scowl he always had.


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GO INTO THE WATER

Coding by Sie.

ooc: sorry for the wait D: +3


LIVE THERE, DIE THERE

Cotl felt nothing anymore. The only thing he could ever feel anymore was the hunger for flesh. There was barely any emotion behind the man who had always been blasted but of his mind when he went to do things because he just couldn't handle the thoughts that would come to him when he was sober. He couldn't live with the guilt. The guilt of being a bad father, a bad uncle, a bad everything. He wasn't even good at his job anymore (it wasn't that he wasn't good at it, it was just he had been going through a simple time of extreme artist block and he also was still halfway mourning, as well as the fact that Talitha had been ignoring him for some time now) and Cotl was just busy baking away his braincells in his room everyday, only going out to get some munchies and then to feed Maschine and maybe, just maybe take a ride or something. So within his bout of misery, only his brother had been company, and even then, Marik didn't seem to stay for too long, only because Cotl did get angry about the presence of the man sometimes and would start to throw objects at Marik to get him out of the room.


There was no knock, and Cotl had been in the middle of lighting up the end of the mask to hit it when the door had opened and there was a rust and white figure on the other side of it. Cotl looked at his son with his bi-colored eyes and he had let a devilish smile form on his lips. It really was time for Sascha to try what he had seen his father doing countless times before, and he was almost glad that Sascha had taken the liberty to try and communicate with Cotl. It made Cotl feel slightly less worthless, even though he'd still fee like it for a long time. Hallo Sascha. the man spoke from behind his gas mask before he had twitched and he cleared his throat. Vas up?the man asked the other before he had taken the gas mask from his face and he handed it over to Sascha. Ist time fur you zu get high fur die first times. the man growled devilishly and with a matching grin forming on his face.



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<33 and You are welcome to kick my butt into gear Tongue | 342 words



As soon as he came in he was greeted with that same wicked smile he had seen often. It always made him ponder what was going on in that man's mind. The same could go for himself; many had probably wondered what he was even thinking. He kept the same face no matter how he truly felt. Sascha was not the type to completely judge from looks alone. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say "nothing much" to his father's question. He walked up to him as Cotl handed out his mask. For a second he looked at it. Apparently, it was his turn to get high like he had done many times before. Slowly, he grabbed the mask with one hand and placed it over his face. He didn't know any techniques in doing this so he took slightly harder breaths than normal for the first few seconds.


His eyes widened and he blinked a few times. The feeling was weird, very weird. He couldn't explain it. He shook his head lightly, as if that would make it go away. And yet, he wasn't sure if he wanted it to. He started blowing raspberries in random beats. It was something he did on a normal basis but this time, it fascinated him to no end. An idea crossed his mind, ruby eyes looking to the floor. He decided to sit down. He crossed his legs, now sitting Indian style as he looked up at his father. He removed the bag from his shoulder and placed it beside him. He just sat there, finding it completely comfortable and to his liking. His eyes were still on Cotl as short bursts of a rather wheezing noise came from him. He had forgotten, at the moment, that he lacked the ability to speak or make any vocal sound. Even so, it was his attempt to chuckle in a weird way. At what? He had no idea and he did not care at all.



Was this how his father felt when he was high?


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GUILTY ME, I TREATED YOU LIKE SHIT, BUT YOU WERE ALL I WANTED IN ME → I should be kicked in the teeth for making you wait this long >.>'

Even from the first hit, to a mind young like Sascha's and because he had not smoked before, the effects of the smoke that already sat in the air from Cotl, plus the addition of the actual smoke, it was not surprising to Cotl that the man was already looking high as shit. Cotl watched the other male who was unable to speak. Du feels gut, ja? the man asked his son, that wicked grin sill on his lips as those ice-fire eyes landed on his son. When Sascha handed Cotl the mask back, the boy then sat on the ground. Cotl watched and then he had mounted the mask back on his face. He took another hit before he removed the mask again and he sat there with his eyes on his son, Sascha. Sascha had let a weird wheezing sound from his mouth as if he was trying to talk, or to do something else that required his vocal chords to do so. Cotl cocked his head at the sound, for he had never heard the male try to speak or to try and make any other sound besides the raspberries that he blew all the time.


Forgets die voices nicht vorks? Cotl asked before he twitched his neck to the left and he let out a loud "NYEH" the man had returned the wicked grin to his face. He gave the mask back to his son, for Cotl planned on getting the man pretty fucked up. Maybe to where they both were just stuck to where they were and they couldn't bother with moving. Cotl looked down at Sascha for a moment. Donder, und Blitzen, dhey in die barn, ja? Oder running looses? the man asked his son, figuring that Sascha would know what he was talking about, if not then he could easily translate back into German. It was obvious he was high because he didn't realize that he could talk straight German at the moment and be understood.



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ooc: No I should apologize for making you wait. I will get better -crack knuckles- | 482 words


This was an entirely new experience for him and it was no doubt he would already start feeling it the moment he smoked from the mask. The stuff was already in the air the moment he stepped in and adding the mask only made him feel it faster. The floor felt comfortable at the moment and nothing in the world mattered. It was strange yet comforting. His one healthy ear twitched at the sound of his father's voice and the boy gave him a single nod in response. Relaxed eyes were placed on Cotl as he watched him take his hit from the mask.


It was then when he began making the weird noises. Noises he wouldn't normally make because he would have remembered that he couldn't speak. However, at this moment, it had slipped his mind as he sat there making a fail attempt to speak and laugh. It lasted until Cotl spoke to him once more. He tried to focus on the words; his ruby eyes narrowing as the frown harden in concentration. Though, the spasm his father had done mad caused him to deviate from what he was thinking so hard about. Randomly, he began blowing raspberries as he continued to stare at Cotl. Fingers tightened on the mask that was handed back to him and Sas took little time to place it on his face again. He took deep breathes till he was satisfied for the moment. Sascha removed the mask to look at it, flipping it around so that he saw the front of it. As he did this, he slowly fell back so that he was now resting on his back. His arms were outstretched before him as he continued to stare at the mask.


His pointed ear flickered in response to Cotl's voice once again and like before, he had to focus on the words. He knew the names and he was sure Cotl had said barn. He started to blow raspberries again as he thought harder. After putting the mask down, he rolled to his side so he could access his bag in order to write his response. He grabbed the pen and book before rolling back onto his backside. Holding the book in front of him in the air, he tried his best to scribble what was on his mind. Ja loose...Art des. His handwriting was probably a bit off but he presented it to his father nonetheless, sitting up so he could see it before falling back down. He had made sure Cotl was able to read it in time of course but for some reason, he liked lying on his back for the time being. He retrieved the mask from beside him and took another hit from it before holding it up in the air as if he wanted to share it with his father. Sascha was feeling pretty damn good.



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GUILTY ME, I TREATED YOU LIKE SHIT, BUT YOU WERE ALL I WANTED IN ME → :/

His son had spoken to him about how the animals were kind of loose, but not really. The words made Cotl's head tilt to the right, and a frown hug his lips. The man did not speak at first, instead he simply got up from his seat and he looked at the stoned boy who was sitting on the floor. aufstehen the man ordered his son to get up and then Cotl moved towards the door. He opened it and walked out of the door and expected his son to follow along. He paused down the hallway to wait for the boy for a moment before he would start to walk down the stairs. It was not silently though, because his maw was incapable of not making noise, so he had cleared his throat several times and gave a loud NYEH once or twice.


He descended the stairs and then walked through the foyer and to the side doors that lead outside and towards the stables. He opened said door and looked out to see Maschine gazing out there but not in the stables. Cotl searched around for the sight of the buffalo and the reindeer that the Ulrich clan also owned. Soon would be time for them to start riding the two younger mounts, for they were growing and soon they would be perfect to ride. Too bad that Izaak was not here to see that Blitzen was getting large enough to ride soon. Cotl did not miss the annoying bastard who would destroy his possessions, but he still feel slightly bad about the child's death. Cotl looked back to make sure the boy was still following and then he walked outside and looked around for the albino reindeer. mir helfen, fangen Blitzen.-FUCKSHITTITS- wir werden ihn reiten. the man spoke, nodding his head to his son lightly as he spoke, his ear twitching back before he turned his head to look to where the reindeer might have been hiding.



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ooc: Kays, I'm back....finally right? XD TERRIBLY sorry for my lameness >.< | 377 words


Sascha felt nice and he could now fully understand why his father smoked. He never thought there was something that could make another feel like he did now. Nothing mattered to him and something as simple as sitting felt so wonderfully comfortable. He almost didn't want to move. But when Cotl had told him to stand, he did so with slow movements as if he wasn't sure if his legs would hold him. Ruby eyes were full of questions as they followed the man to the door. He couldn't determine if his voice carried anger or not and yet he followed cautiously. He blew raspberries as he tried to keep up with Cotl who had his fit, something the young Ulrich had grown use to. He hardly even payed attention to them, finding it a normal thing to witness.


Little time passed by the time they reached the outside to where the stables were. Ruby eyes found Maschine out of the stables as he stood behind his father. He then searched for his own pets to not see them around. Again, he started blowing raspberries, wondering where they had gone. Sas returned his gaze on Cotl when he spoke. He tilted his head slightly as the idea of riding Donder and Blitzen surprised him. It wasn't like he never thought of it but at the same time, he didn't realize how much time had passed; that they were getting old enough to ride. He nodded to his father before beginning his search. He took slow steps as if he were unsure but it was only because he noticed how much greener the grass appeared. Was it always like that? He could only wonder.


Thankfully, he had found them. They hadn't wandered off too far and Sascha walked up to them. Since his father only wanted Blitzen, he patted the albino animal on the back to have him follow the boy to where the man waited. Dodner, of course, came along but Sascha felt it was alright. With little time wasted, he was by Cotl's side and waited for whatever he wanted him to do next. The feeling of Donder's fur on his hand was so soft he did not even bother to remove it from his back.

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