OOC: Table & Coding © Sara; Must use new Sara table; 555 words
Of course Izaak was awake. It actually wasn't too often that he slept in. Which could be seen as strange since he was up til the wee hours of the morning for the most part. It was a rather strange schedule but one that he had grown used to. He had to because it was never known when his mother would have wanted his attention. So of course he had to stay awake for as long as he could when he was known to be nearly impossible to wake up while he slept. So even though the sun was up he remained laying in bed. The blanket he was curled under was so warm and he wasn't ready to leave it quite yet. He had the whole bed to himself, and he had stretched himself out to cover as much of it as possible, with the other two occupants of the room having already gone out.
"Es ist entsperrt." He called out as soon as he heard the knock on the door. He really didn't want to have to get up. At least that is what he was thinking until he heard another sound from beyond the door. It was a subtle sound and a large ear had twitched to pick up on it but still it was a sound that he knew rather well. It was also that sound that had him eagerly pushing the blanket aside so that he could get out of bed. A grin had quickly formed on his face as he crossed the room in order to open the door.
Just as he had already guessed from the noise that was being made, Sascha was standing on the other side of the door. "Bruder!" He called out happily and tried to wrap his arms around the other in a hug. And continuing on in and affectionate manner he sought to lick at the other male's cheek. He couldn't help himself. He had always enjoyed his brother's/cousin's company. He loved his sibling greatly and dearly. But his happiness was quickly traded in for confusion as he saw what the other was carrying with him. "Bruder verlassen?" Izaak was chewing on his bottom lip as he searched his brother's face for the answer. There was worry in his eyes that the other was leaving him and never coming back. Just that thought alone had him trying to cling to his brother. "Nicht verlassen mich!" He begged with Sascha, tears having already started to form. He loved his brother and didn't want to lose him... again. "Bitte!?" He pleaded with Sascha, staring into the other's face as tears leaked onto his own.
It had been hard enough having his brother afraid of him to the point of staying away from him. Then there had been the long boat road as well. Now that he had his brother back he didn't want him to just run away. He had been hoping that Sascha was happy here since he was happy here. Sure, Izaak missed Germany from time to time but here, in Canada, there was so much to see and explore. He was allowed to go out and explore all he wanted. In fact it had been encouraged a few times. He had never thought that Sascha wouldn't feel the same way as him.
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