“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.”
It’s the food that Azlariel focuses on first before realizing that Minion had continued speaking, and he pulls his focus back to the other alien. Nodding as well, it’s with continued checking to make sure Minion was following that he turns, begins heading in the direction of the place he had in mind.
Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”
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