What doesn't kill you
01-10-2016, 12:20 PM
Basil's grasp of the common tongue seemed to be expanding, but even as Bacchus started to speak at a normal pace he'd be asked to slow down. "Sorry. mi dispiace , รจ stato un... tempo" He tried to be considerate of his foreign companion and spoke in Italian whenever he could, but his grasp of the language was only slightly better than Basil's strength in English. It only took him a couple long moments to figure what was said, and in the end the answer was simple. He was looking for someone. Bacchus would nod, the russet wolf had always been mysterious, and it wasn't just because they spoke different languages. "Obviously not for me." He'd say with out thinking before, "uh, Non mi?" He'd add with an amused chuckle. |
