Silence

Cotl · 08-17-2010, 09:19 AM

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OOC here: Ich muss diese Tabelle fixieren. und, you know the deal with the german. +3

That mirrored image of himself in the man's face still was ignored as he stared at the male. A frown pulled on the face of the Imaginifer, and if you were to put the two next to each other, and they both to where the same expression, you would easily see that Cotl was related to the kid. Cotl wanted his questions to be answered and the man would slowly answer them in the dirt. "Sascha" was his name. Sascha Ulrich he would guess the surname would be since his own was such. Cotl stared at the kid, and the kid stared at him for a moment, as if expecting something from him or something. Cotl was no mind reader, and this kid being the silent was not helping a goddamn thing. "Dead" he would tell him. Who was dead? He would spell five other words after it. The german word for "Brother", his brother's name "Izaak", the German words to eat, or past tense "ate", and the german word for "mother". Cotl understood the man clearly, for the man was spelling words that he read. It would slowly dawn upon him that the boy probably was his son. He'd remembered a few of the woman he slept with, but it wasn't too many since he had been in Germany or in NS. He could only figure that this was back in Germany because this boy was speaking German to him, and Cotl had yet to meet another German in the areas around here. The German coy-dog crossed his arms over his chest as he sat there on top of his horse still.

Cotl said nothing still, just his cold bi-colored eyes resting on the man. Cotl would notice the man's hands. They were artist hands, like Cotl's hands. Cotl swayed lightly as the stallion shifted his weight and he snorted, his blue irises on the orange boy that Cotl was speaking with. The boy would continue and he had let his eyes look back to the ground where he would spell four more words. The man wrote "Mother" again, and then the three words that would be for the phrase "To rip out". Cotl looked at the man's neck again and actually, visibly cringed for a moment. So he couldn't speak because his chords were fucked up. Cotl held that frown on his face. Es tut mir leid the man spoke, gruffly, his bi-colored eyes locked on the little male. Was ist -NYEH-mutter namen? he asked before a brief pause and then another question. Sie wollen hier bleiben? -FICKSCHEISS-En Inferni vith mich? Cotl asked as he pointed to himself and cleared his throat.

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