sinking + roman

[trojan g.]

Things seemed to be going well, and that was something that Roman appreciated, though it had been a while since he had heard someone tell him that they were simply 'camping out' or on their territory for no reason other than to be there. The last time this had happened had been shortly after he had joined the Ascendants and that other happened to be someone that was an enemy, though Leroy - or, Otto as he introduced himself - didn't seem to be from another clan exactly. He smelled of many clans, though each one hiding another underneath it, and due to the fact that he didn't have the best sense of smell in the world - for his powers had long since gone - he couldn't quite tell where each of them were from.

For the time being, he would allow himself to relax, as it seemed as though he didn't have any ill intent, giving straight answers and not skirting around things. Roman had asked for a name and business, and he had gotten such, well, sort of, seeing as no business was made to be here. "I'm sorry, but you could join if you would want to, Otto. Otherwise, you would have to leave." Or, bounce, as he had referred to it only moments before. Something Roman didn't quite understand was the language some others picked up along the way. Other languages such as Spanish, Italian, etc. he could understand learning and speaking, but oddly placed English was something that he didn't understand fully. it confused him, as he didn't know of any places who spoke exactly like that, only specific others.