~::C'est la vie::~ IP: 92.6.66.187 Posted on June 14, 2012 at 00:16:43 AM by Aloďs
Primo’s accent, Aloďs noted rather offhandedly, was much more fluid sounding than his. Or maybe that was just the way it sounded to him, who was so unused to hearing accents different to his own. Or at the very least unused to hearing accents that were different that he actually remembered. No, there was only one accent he remembered that really stuck out, and that was better off forgotten, the thought of that voice made the brute feel a little queasy and the scars concealed behind his bandages tingle uncomfortably. He didn’t need to think about that voice….
But seeing as so few asked about his bandages for fear of offending him, and those who did ask never got a straight answer, he didn’t have to think about that one voice that haunted him if he didn’t want to, and if there was one thing the white and sandstone brown brute knew he didn’t want to do it was think about that voice.
As Primo introduced himself Aloďs’ snowy white auds twitched a little, Primo’s native language was a nicely flowing one… perhaps he could pick up some of the words. That was one thing he liked to do, pick up basic phrases from other languages. He might not remember the accents, but he did like to at least try to learn some of the words. “The pleasure is mine, Primo,” he responded, mismatched eyes glinting with a cheerful spark. “This is going to sound like a stupid question, but do you know where this is? Je pense que je suis perdu…” he inquired, before realising that his last words would make no sense to the other brute, “A-Ah, that is, I think I’m lost…”
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