Boredom is a terrible thing| visiting

[toboggan]

Through the whole of the stranger’s incoherent babbling, Marco observed with absorption, his eyes slightly widening when he caught glimpse of the word ”latino”. Fiorello, as the wolf introduced himself, had not the capabilities to speak in English tongue, instead exclusively conveying through Italian, with the possibilities of Latin. Lamentably, Italian has not been a language he’d attempted to learn in heaven - that, he regretted, seeing how Italian was such a fun, singsong dialect. However, Latin was found somewhere among his scope of jargons, and it was a language Marco believed himself to be skilled in reciting. It was possibly confusing for Fiorello here if the lynx were to instantaneously substitute the conversation’s language for another, thus, he cleared his throat with a notable "Ahem," to clutch the stranger’s attention, followed by a ”Latine?” to notify his surroundings on the language he was to speak. Shifting his paws, slightly, out of concern for if he were to distort his best sentence, the angel spoke once again. ”Domum nostram exoptati advenistis, the Typhoon. Salve, Fiorello, Marco nomen meum. Quid nobis tua consilia?”. It had been ages since that language was required of him to speak, perhaps fifty, so there was a chance that his skills weren’t as polished as they used to be, but at least he could get the job done with them.

//translation: “Latin”, “Welcome to our home, the Typhoon. Hello, Fiorello, my name is Marco. What are your plans for us?”