10-28-2008, 10:05 PM
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Ears shifted carefully at the foreign words, taking a moment to decide whether he knew what they meant or not. Unfortunately for him, Russian was the language of his ghost friend, leaving little chance for him to understand what his father had said. He considered, for a moment, asking what it meant though he quickly decided against it. If his father had wanted him to know he would have probably said it in English. "I think so." He offered, though he knew it meant little coming from him. At least he wasn't always crying over something, he could take care of himself, which was something that Jasper had learned very little of. He still felt like a child that needed to be taken care of and constantly watched over. "Is that why I have black hair?" He pointed one weak finger, suddenly curious about the chunk of dark hair that he had never noticed on his father before. He had always wondered why his seemed different, though he couldn't even remember what color his mother's hair had been. It seemed odd though, to just not notice such a thing. He'd even wondered, a very long time ago, if he had been adopted and that was why everyone hated him so much. |