“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.
“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.
“Iz better to hide.” Safer, for sure, but phrasing it that way was easier for him. Focus flickering over toward the fish Minion was carrying, he takes the chance of closing some of the gap between the two of them, trying to look more at ease with the unfamiliar alien’s presence.
Trilling softly, the sound is apologetic. “Not ve bezt wiv viz language.”
“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”
Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”
The amount of different languages on this planet still caught the alien by surprise when the subject came up. “No, voze are… not needed.” More because Azlariel didn’t know them himself, partially because keeping up in English as it stood took some work. When he had a better grasp of that language he’d try something more.
“Ha’e a plaze vat can work.” Not near home, but close. Useable, as well.
“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Minion shrugged one large padded shoulder. Hefting up the container of fish, he bobbed in his tank with a toothy but friendly grin, “Lead the way.”
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