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"
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