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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.