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The noise he always made stopped as soon as his door opened. It was only because it surprised him and for a second his body became tense as he stopped everything he was doing. Once he had noticed who it was who entered the room, he relaxed and continued to run his hands over the fur while his gaze was no on his father. The only ear that worked twitched at the sound of his voice and he simply listened with curiosity though his expression remained the same. Sascha hadn't really put much thought into his sexuality; only having sex with his mother and brother which, due to his upbringing, thought was normal. He didn't know any better, that that kind of behavior between a mother and her son was unappropriated. One could probably say he was bisexual; he probably didn't even care what gender they were.
In terms of leaving the room, he diverted his eyes to his lap as if he was giving it thought as he stuck his tongue out slightly to blow raspberries again. To gain a girlfriend would mean he would have to mingle with others which then gave him the "I want to hide" feeling. His pointer finger ran through the fur of one of the tails as his nod in a "yes" gesture was barely visible. He became quiet again when his father began speaking again. He shook his head no at his inquiry saying he didn't know much, hoping Cotl would understand what he had meant. His German was stronger than his English and preferred the language he knew best. However, where he lived now, English was the more dominant language. He could manage what English he knew but he could use some help. By this time, Cotl had entered his room and sat next to him. Sascha pivoted in his spot so he could look at him better, eyeing him nervously. He wondered what his plans were to get him out of his room. What would they do together?