It's familiar but not too familiar but not too not familiar

Bancha attempts not to look over at the boy too much. He had been told it was rude to stare even if he didn’t understand why. After all, he was a curious wolf-dog and when others looked different than him, he wanted nothing more than to ask all the questions. Which he had plenty zipping through his head as the other boy spoke in stilted, accented words that sounded familiar, but not too familiar. So instead of staring, Bancha looks out over the plains, watching the festivities unravel around them.

that fluently yet, but I’m trying,” his brows draw downward, ears folding backward, hoping that Majima understands. “Satoru-San is indeed my otou-san, but his real name is Mojito. Says he likes drinks from his culture which is why I was named Bancha,” he giggles, giving his head a shake before letting out a sigh.

“So does everyone where you’re from not speak the common language?” Bancha inquires, head canting as he steals a look over at Majima.