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Merry Christmas -late- <3 | 425 words.
Sascha was probably always misunderstood with the expression he had. It was a face that only changed in two ways, a strong scowl or a weaker one. That was all. He doesn't remember the last time he smiled, if he had at all. That expression was all he did...it was all he knew and so others would mostly get the wrong impression because of his face. With no verbal words to help him out, the chances of others coming to the wrong conclusion about him was high. He wasn't quite use to that, seeing as he tried to keep to himself and was always around those who knew him well; like his brother and father. They knew not to completely judge him by his expression. With all that said, he figured the frown on Alma's face was because Sascha didn't know a thing about eggs.
Upon her inquiry about Blitzen, he flickered his gaze to his companion before returning it to her with a shake to his head. Technically, Izaak had him in the beginning before he died and became Blitzen's new owner. He was still young when all of that happened so he finished raising him. In a way, his answer was true so instead of spending the time to write all of that out and making sure everything was right, he answered with a gesture. He then watched the male work on the meat, making sure to pet Blitzen as he could tell he was anxious. What was happening to the dead body could happen to him if he wasn't "claimed" by the young Ulrich. Sas licked his lips as he watched as well, finding himself suddenly hungry due to the smell and sight before him.
The timid boy has had his share of both sides, cooked or raw meat. He wasn't a picky eater and so he would take it however it was given to him. Food was food and that was what mattered to him. He wrote down his response and focused hard on each word he wrote since English wasn't his strongest language yet, though Cotl was helping him with it and he was getting better. Wichever is good. And with that, he presented it to Carrion. Unfortunately and unknown to him, he still misspelled a word but at least it wasn't so bad where the other couldn't understand him. He leaned forward to pick up a piece of meat and he soon placed it in his mouth, chewing on the meat and tasting the flavor it had to offer.