06-28-2019, 10:50 PM
a soft amused exhale left his nose at her admission, nodding slowly. was there anyone here who even spoke a lick of polish? he hoped not... he enjoyed being able to speak when only he understood. his English was fairly broken anyhow despite living in the states for several decades. the language never seemed too important for him to learn anyhow. he spoke enough to be understood when he had to be. so far he hadn't run into any detrimental issues with communication and that was good enough for him.
at the interest of his mother language, mikolaj lazily shrugged his shoulders. learning languages young was good developmentally, but he had no skills or means to become a teacher. he wasn't quite sure how he even learned the three he knew. they just... were there in his memory. the thought of it was nice, though. having someone just clueless enough about anything that he could communicate to. she was still young and could pick up fast on simple phrases. it gave him a few other thoughts, much more sinister in context, and he quickly shoved those away. he would not be involving a child in his... hunger pangs.
"too far for mikolaj, yes." he agrees bitterly, allowing his expression to sour at the thought. poland was much too far away. his original home was probably mown over now and built upon just like the cities in the states. he wouldn't be surprised if all the family he knew there had died off with the war. either from the russians or germans, he would not know.
"one day, mikolaj can bring you to favorite place. when we are both ready." he nodded affirmatively. "does moth like the cold? we will need to bring a fur coat for you." he added, his tone a tad bit teasing. he began to reminisce about his first snowfall only a month after his birth. it was... ages ago, but still so fresh in his mind. he hadn't though of that time in a while. thinking of the life he previously had used to make him uncomfortable, but now it simply felt disconnected.
"SPEECH"
at the interest of his mother language, mikolaj lazily shrugged his shoulders. learning languages young was good developmentally, but he had no skills or means to become a teacher. he wasn't quite sure how he even learned the three he knew. they just... were there in his memory. the thought of it was nice, though. having someone just clueless enough about anything that he could communicate to. she was still young and could pick up fast on simple phrases. it gave him a few other thoughts, much more sinister in context, and he quickly shoved those away. he would not be involving a child in his... hunger pangs.
"too far for mikolaj, yes." he agrees bitterly, allowing his expression to sour at the thought. poland was much too far away. his original home was probably mown over now and built upon just like the cities in the states. he wouldn't be surprised if all the family he knew there had died off with the war. either from the russians or germans, he would not know.
"one day, mikolaj can bring you to favorite place. when we are both ready." he nodded affirmatively. "does moth like the cold? we will need to bring a fur coat for you." he added, his tone a tad bit teasing. he began to reminisce about his first snowfall only a month after his birth. it was... ages ago, but still so fresh in his mind. he hadn't though of that time in a while. thinking of the life he previously had used to make him uncomfortable, but now it simply felt disconnected.
"SPEECH"