GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr was chatting on happily until he saw the that the other man seemed very confused as to what he was saying. Ah… well, it had been a shot in the dark. The bi-colored male gazed at that red-pelted male as he started to speak very rough English. Hárekr nodded quickly. "Yes, English. My English is good." He resisted the urge the immediately pick up chattering on in English as it was clear the other man wasn't comfortable with the language. Shame. Hárekr's head tilted to the side as the other introduced himself as Basileus. "Nice to meet you Basileus." Hárekr nodded as the other pronounced his name. "Yes, or Háre, if that is easier."
Hmm… how to have a conversation with someone he couldn't quite speak to. "Are you… exploring?" Hárekr took a few steps like he was walking away and looking around before turning back to the male.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
