Sascha never had it in his mind that he would ever have a mate. Thanks to his mother's upbringing, his ways would probably turn off many girls. Having sex with his mother made him believe it was normal, so normal that he even did it with his brother. That wasn't the only reason, he was a timid being as he always wants to hide behind something when around strangers. He even carried a club for defense and wouldn't hesitate to unstrap it from his back if he felt threatened enough. He would probably be seen as a pathetic worthless being. However, that wasn't what he thought. The truth was, he just didn't think about it period.
The boy's only working ear twitched at his father's question, giving it some thought before he shook his head no. Perhaps he should go do that soon. He felt the bed move a bit when his father rose, causing the silent Ulrich to turn his head so that he was now following Cotl's movement. Abiding by the motion given, Sas stood and followed the man, remembering to grab his bag and club before doing so. His tongue stuck out as he was about to make his usual noise but made no sound due to Cotl's voice. Slowly, his tongue moved back into his mouth as he thought of the name given. He remembered vaguely his meeting with the woman and he has heard of the changes in rank so he nodded a yes before Cotl was even finished speaking. What he heard next surprised him, not expecting to hear that his father now had a mate and it was that woman. Just when he thought he was surprised enough, it seemed he would have half siblings on the way.
He didn't know what to think about gaining more siblings. He wondered if they would like him? The boy didn't linger on the thought, distracted by the sad sigh that left Cotl and what he said next. The scowl on Sascha's face hardened at the question as he nodded slowly, confirming that he did in fact hear them fight. He didn't like it. The young Ulrich then dug into his bag that was slung across his chest and pulled out his means of communication. He stopped walking in order to write what he wanted to say. Warum kämpfen? He held up the notepad up for his father to read. Despite that part of him that didn't want to know, he asked because the other part of him was curious and was winning in comparison. The fight sounded pretty serious.
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