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Again, sorry for the delay *offers warm cookies and milk* | 414 words.
The way the two talked to each other, it was like they knew one another. Meanwhile Sascha, who couldn't even verbally speak, felt awkward around the two and constantly had to fight the urge to hide behind Blitzen. It had nothing to do with what they were doing. In fact, they appeared friendly and trustworthy but it took a lot for Sascha to feel comfortable around those he knew so little of. Again he presented his means of communication and he had yet to realize the Alma couldn't read. There was no sign strong enough for him to notice, not even with the tilt of her head. He figured it was because it was a struggle to read with such little light. Ruby eyes moved to Carrion as he answered and it was then that Sas nodded his head in thanks.
It was a good thing that one of them could read because that was the only way he could communicate. The quiet boy watched as the male moved to carve the animal, watching intently and curiously. He wasn't good at much; he didn't exactly grow up with a mother who taught him many things. The only things he received from her were most of his scars and a "wrong" upbringing. It was thanks to her that he felt fine with sleeping with his own brother, having to do the same with her when she wanted him. He pushed his thoughts away, returning his focus on the male carving the meat. He didn't care how much he got. He wasn't picky at all and he wasn't sure, still, if he was hungry. No matter, even if he wasn't going to eat it right then he could always save it for later. The meat would surely keep long enough for him to eventually devour it.
A habit which he has had for some time now surfaced; the tip of his tongue peeking out from his lips as he began to blow raspberries. He didn't even realize he had started and he had paused when Alma spoke once more, eyes moving to her face and tilted his head at her words. He never learned much about eggs, if any, so he wasn't able to help her in that field. He had yet to realize she couldn't read so even if he had the knowledge, she wouldn't understand him. Either way, he shook his head "no" to her question with the tip of his tongue still exposed.