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Post by Veser Krory on Feb 26, 2010 19:46:57 GMT -5
Veser didn't know German.
Well, he knew a little German. The important shit, y'know? How to swear. How to lose the game. How to ask for a prostitute. That sort of thing. Languages had always interested him, yeah; anything did. Just that... Linguistic talent. It wasn't something he had. Never had been and it was much to his dislike. The fact that he couldn't understand was immediately followed by wanting to understand. Fucking. Curiosity. The instinctive urge to find out what something meant was unavoidable, irritating and stupid. Not matter how stupid it was, however, Veser could only stand outside the window wondering what the hell 'süßwarenladen' meant.
How was it even pronounced? The words were splayed out across the glass and fuck he was going to be irrational, whiny and say they were practically mocking him. The shutters were down so he couldn't see behind the window. Into the shop where whatever subwarenhatever was sold. It'd just caught his eye in the beginning but it'd made him stop in his steps too. It ended up, to simply put it, the demonblood staring at the wording across the glass in the middle of the pavement trying to decipher it for far longer then he should have.
The slight hiss of irritation was the only hint that Veser seemed annoyed though. The demonblood kept quite the disinterested facial expression rather than intrigued. His posture was slouched as well, supposedly relaxed as he looked on the window. It was a relatively calm night after all and a relatively calm area; the streets lacked the hustle and bustle caused by the daily tourists and, due to it approaching midnight, there were very few to be seen on the streets for once.
He didn't really like Cologne without the people. Made it far less interesting and made him get far more distracted in stupid shit like windows, out of all things. With people there was always so much to ask but now he couldn't really ask a fucking window. Unless, instead of traveling to his eventual destination of Germany's gateway, he wanted to end up in a mental asylum which really wasn't an experience he was all too curious about.
The gateway was what he was interested in. Really. There was no other reason he'd be in Germany save for that; nothing like that in America, where he'd originally grown up in. Not that he liked America over any other country but, fuck, it was difficult to get to Germany not to mention the aforementioned language split. Japan would have been pretty much the same though; it'd been a mere flip of a coin that had decided which he would go to.
Not immediately mind you. He needed to rest before he even attempted to get through... Whatever that forest had been called. Some other German word. It had escaped his mind and, frankly, it didn't really matter to him.
He'd rest once he'd stared at that 'süßwarenladen' thing long enough. |
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