ooc: No I should apologize for making you wait. I will get better -crack knuckles- | 482 words
This was an entirely new experience for him and it was no doubt he would already start feeling it the moment he smoked from the mask. The stuff was already in the air the moment he stepped in and adding the mask only made him feel it faster. The floor felt comfortable at the moment and nothing in the world mattered. It was strange yet comforting. His one healthy ear twitched at the sound of his father's voice and the boy gave him a single nod in response. Relaxed eyes were placed on Cotl as he watched him take his hit from the mask.
It was then when he began making the weird noises. Noises he wouldn't normally make because he would have remembered that he couldn't speak. However, at this moment, it had slipped his mind as he sat there making a fail attempt to speak and laugh. It lasted until Cotl spoke to him once more. He tried to focus on the words; his ruby eyes narrowing as the frown harden in concentration. Though, the spasm his father had done mad caused him to deviate from what he was thinking so hard about. Randomly, he began blowing raspberries as he continued to stare at Cotl. Fingers tightened on the mask that was handed back to him and Sas took little time to place it on his face again. He took deep breathes till he was satisfied for the moment. Sascha removed the mask to look at it, flipping it around so that he saw the front of it. As he did this, he slowly fell back so that he was now resting on his back. His arms were outstretched before him as he continued to stare at the mask.
His pointed ear flickered in response to Cotl's voice once again and like before, he had to focus on the words. He knew the names and he was sure Cotl had said barn. He started to blow raspberries again as he thought harder. After putting the mask down, he rolled to his side so he could access his bag in order to write his response. He grabbed the pen and book before rolling back onto his backside. Holding the book in front of him in the air, he tried his best to scribble what was on his mind. Ja loose...Art des. His handwriting was probably a bit off but he presented it to his father nonetheless, sitting up so he could see it before falling back down. He had made sure Cotl was able to read it in time of course but for some reason, he liked lying on his back for the time being. He retrieved the mask from beside him and took another hit from it before holding it up in the air as if he wanted to share it with his father. Sascha was feeling pretty damn good.
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