still the days stay the same

Sascha · 12-09-2011, 03:07 AM

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As usual, Sascha was in his room doing whatever pleased him or made him relaxed. To the young Ulrich, it was the safest place other than his father's room so he had a tendency to hide there. Though he had been trying to fix that, forcing himself to venture outside more. He doubt he would ever leave the mansion without his club strapped to his back. Despite the fact that he had teeth and claws to use as a weapon, he felt better having that with him and it would only be used for defense alone. He would never use it unless he was provoked bad enough which hardly happened, thankfully.

Blowing raspberries while sitting on his bed practicing his English like his dad has been doing. Cotl would come in and teach him English so that he would be better at it. The boy was learning but he still had a ways to go. He really wished everyone understood Germanso that he wouldn't have to work at learning another language. Unfortunately, English seemed to be the dominating language around so he must put up with it. His good ear twitched at the sound of a call, ruby eyes pulling away from the page and moving to the window, as if he would be able to see anything from where he sat.

The scowl on his features deepened, knowing that he had to leave the room. He really wasn't in the mood to venture out. Sitting there and studying English was something he preferred to do at the time. Air rushed out of his nose softly as he closed the book and placed it beside him on the bed. He rose to his feet as he gave his upper body a stretch before strapping his club to his back and grabbing his bag with his means of conversing with others. He stood still for a little bit, looking at Izaak's tail and his own as he thought of his brother.

Closing his door behind him, he took a couple of steps before he was before Cotl's and gave it a few knocks. He was just curious to see if Cotl had left or not. Clawed hands were about to open the door when the knob turned. It was then when he looked up to see Marik greeting him and Sascha waved at him, the scowl becoming more of a soft frown. He took his book and pen out and scribbled onto it. Come to gathering with me? He presented it to him to allow him to read what he had asked and with a nod he closed the door behind him and walked with the boy to where the meeting was being held. They walked behind the mansion, where it sounded like the call came from, and he immediately felt like hiding when he saw who was already there. So many members he had yet to know. It was his fault really, he wasn't very outgoing.

He slowed his steps, already trying to hide behind Marik as they approached. Where the older Ulrich continued his steps, Sascha had stopped his as he remained in the back. Eyes full of shyness, he looked up and surveyed his surroundings. After a few seconds he spotted his father and began to make his way over to him. It was the sight of another who was familiar to him that caused him to pause once more. Out of nervousness, he began blowing raspberries as he looked upon the familiar figure. Valkyrie, the girl he met recently, was standing there with others he did not recognize. Thus the reason why it was hard to approach her but it was because he wanted to that pushed him forward. Quietly, his habit dying before his approach, he walked up to her till he was close enough to hesitantly and gently tap her shoulder with a finger to gain her attention. He waved at her, almost like a shy little boy who didn't know what else to say. He pulled out his book and scribbled down words. I can stand next to? He showed her and waited for a response, still feeling like he wanted to find the nearest tree to hide behind.

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