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Sascha had been handed the short stick in life, luck seemingly absent from his life. He had been abused sexually and physically by his mother and his scaring were proof though many would probably suspect they were battle scars. His body painted the his painful past, one just had to look at it differently. His brother even added to his disfigurement due to his black outs. Zaak became violent during those times and Sascha learned that the hard way. There wasn't much in his past that would bring a smile to his face, it was filled with fear and sadness. He had gotten so use to the expression he was frozen on that he eventually felt there was no need to smile since he had no fuel for it in the first place. Would it be too hard to believe that he may have even forgotten how to smile? Was that possible?
The Ulrich scanned for whatever book he could find for the osprey. He was blowing raspberries when he heard Val call for him to come to her. He stopped what he was doing he headed to her, curious as to what she had found. When he reached her he could see her pulling books off shelves and eventually carrying them to an old desk. Of course he followed her, she seemed so happy about her finding which was making him feel good as well as curious. He found a seat next to her, making sure the chair would hold him instead of carelessly flopping his full weight onto it. He eyed her with care in his eyes alone before grabbing a book to look at himself. It was his way of silently saying than you for what she had done for him so far and for being there with him. He was very grateful she was with him. His gaze pulled away from the book he had and connected his with hers, nodding with confidence and interest. He never taught anyone German before but he found himself looking forward to doing it for the first time with Val. Was it the fact that he would see her again and be with her for long periods of time? Who knew.
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