OOC: LOL J, that's Epic! XD. And awww I'm glad you want a thread with me, Bobbi <3. Sorry for the wait guys, dog had surgery and it took up most of my time...and looking for a job >.> | 587 Words
Sascha had no idea what was going on but the stranger didn't look happy at all; neither of them did. There was no doubt that he felt awkward being here; questioning why he even came in the first place. Perhaps he should have just stayed home and minded his own business. There didn't seem to be a problem with him locking himself up in his room ever sense he found out about Izaak. He gravitated to his father's side, looking up at him on Maschine. He spat out a string of hated words with good volume in a way that Sas was quite use to. He gave the stranger a shy glance before returning his ruby eyes to his father. Cotl spoke in a tongue that the boy knew so well and once again, gave the other a glance. With one hand, he dug into his bag to find his writing book and writing utensil.
His facial expression never changed, as usual, as he began writing down what he wished to say. Sehr. He then held it up to him so that his father could read it. Surely the other must be dumb if Cotl said so and that he believed that Cotl was doing what he had said. Zak wasn't a trophy nor would he be left in such a place. Cotl would have done so before, right? He probably wouldn't have retrieved his brother/cousin's remains, yeah? He looked to the stranger who had taken steps away though it didn't make Sascha feel any more comfortable. He had denied to leave, making Sascha fear that things would only get worse between the two. What if they fought? What would Sascha do if they started fighting? He's never really been in a major fight; he was the one taking all the beatings from his mother, from anyone. He never lifted a finger against his mother or anyone else; even though he carried a club with him for self defense.
He listened as the other spoke, claiming that he would not leave until he gained an explanation. It wasn't till the male said he wouldn't fight with his father, well not where they were at least, that he thought things wouldn't go as he feared. He sighed as quietly as possible as he looked to see where his pets were. They continued to stay off to the side of them, choosing not to be close to the group. However, his eyes did not linger on them long when the other continued to speak. His normal frown hardened when he used the word "defile" in terms of how Cotl was treating Zak's remains. He didn't believe Cotl was defiling Zak; he loved Cotl and had lived with him since he came here. He seemed so happy living with their father. Why shouldn't he stay like that...even though Zak was no longer living? Maybe the other didn't understand. Maybe Cotl viewed it differently but he knew it wasn't how the other believed. He looked up at Cotl and studied his face. The grin which the other spoke of seemed normal to him, though it wasn't something he would do as often as the scowl. Perhaps it was something that fit his face. He began to write something in his booklet and held it up for the other to see. Not defyle. He most likely spelled that wrong but he wasn't as familiar with English as he was with German. As long as the other understood, that was what mattered.
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