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Izaak · 09-03-2010, 01:34 AM

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The firmly spoken words had the child reverting back to how he acted when his mother was upset. His mother didn't care for the English tongue when she was upset and so he had refrained. So in his current mindset he saw Gen in his mother's place. Hoping to quell the firm tone and supposed anger directed towards him he had spoken in German. He had no idea that she couldn't understand him. He was only trying to do what he knew had worked for him in the past on occasion. He was only trying to make her not mad at him any longer. If he wasn't threatening then there was no reason for her to be upset, right? At least that it what was going through his mind.

He really hadn't expected her to shift. He had only been trying to make things better. He didn't expect her to try to make him less upset. It wasn't something that his mother would do. He wasn't sure what to say or how to react. It was written on his face. "Ye...yeah..." He supposed it was better but his voice held the uncertainty that he was feeling. He had never encountered someone that took steps to make him feel better when he was upset. The most he could hope for was to be left alone and ignored. As depressive as that might sound for some it really was the best option for him. It was what made him happiest. Just look at his brother/cousin and see what their mother's anger could drive her to do. So usually not having her attention was better than having her attention.

"Weres you stuck?" The question came with a curious tilt of his head. With her conversing in English he slipped back into that language as well. He was slowly starting to realize that she wasn't anything like his mom. "Whys you fluffies?" Of course he was talking about how her coat was thicker than his own. He was under the impression that she was just some sort of fluffy coyote. It wasn't like he could really remember seeing a wolf before. And if he had then he certainly didn't recognize it. "You ears lil toos." These were things that he was just stopping to take notice of. Comparing her bipedal form to his own. And it was obvious that is just what the boy was doing by the way that he glanced between the female and himself. He was noting all of the differences and instead of keeping them to himself the child was speaking all of them out loud. "You shorts. Unky Cotl shorts toos." Izaak smiled a bit, at least until it reminded him of the pain in his lip. Once that happened he was reaching his fingers back up to his lip. The bleeding had slowly subsided but the pain was still there when he touched it or tried to smile. It was only a mild injury. He had suffered worse at the hand of his mother.

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