Buried In These Walls

*Creed* · 03-09-2016, 11:18 PM

Well he seemed to have gotten her attention. He felt kind of bad that he'd called her out. He realized that not everyone was as keen about interacting with others as he was and he probably should have just let her be and acted like he hadn't seen her. Regardless it was too late now so he wouldn't be beating himself over it any time soon. She popped up from her place and she seemed confused by his words. "Het spijt me, wat zei je?" Now it was his turn to be confused. Brows furrowed together in confusion as he tried to figure out if that was an accent, illegible english, or if it was a whole new language entirely. "Ik weet alleen dat nummer in het Engels, dat is alles."

Yep. Different language. He didn't recognized the language. It wasn't the Gaelic that Surreal used and it wasn't ever anything he'd ever heard so that wasn't helpful. He could pick out a few words from it and he sat in silence trying to figure it out. Lets see. Engels sounds like English. Alles is all... He sat there tyring to piece together the few words he recognized and finally came to the conclusion that maybe someone had taught her that song and she only knew it by memory and not by the understanding of the English language.

He opened his mouth to speak but instead shut it again as she circled him. The confused expression remained on his face as he watched her curiously waiting to see if she'd do anything. He noted the noise the bells made and he watched the trinkets curiously for a moment while trying to figure out a good way to communicate with her. This was going to be difficult... She stopped in front of him and he eyeballed her back. Least she had stopped moving for now.

"Creed." He said while raising a paw to touch his own chest signifying that he was introducing himself. "Ye?" He asked this time while pointing a paw to her, making his tone extra questioning.

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