What doesn't kill you

*Bacchus* · (This post was last modified: 01-21-2016, 01:57 PM by Bacchus.)

Bacchus found himself forming a curious squint at his friend as he paused for much longer than he should have. His white tipped tail would flick in demonstration of that uncertainty before Basil finally assured him, he was not in search of the white marked wolf. Bacchus' expression would easily return to a calm curiosity, only half amused by his company's antics. He'd let the topic slide naturally through to the russet man's next question. How did he feel now that he was home? His thoughts were so jumbled he wasn't sure he could speak the words in Italian, enunciating and talked with a much slower tempo the Armada would attempt an answer. "Better, mostly." He'd still been pretty beat up when they'd parted. "Also, more confused." the words slipped easily from him. So much had happened, he still struggled to wrap his mind around it. "Mi sento più forte di quando ho lasciato." He'd attempt in Italian, the words coming just as slowly as when he'd spoken in the common language.
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