it can get so much worse - o, language class

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

An aggressive, cutthroat language. This world didn't have many of those, or at least not as far as Vinny was really aware. Any language could be aggressive and cutthroat, depending on how you used it. Even his own first language of Italian could be considered aggressive, if you were able to say things the right way. He had seen many a non-Italian speaker frightened half to death by one of his family members spewing curses in Italian at them faster than they could even attempt to process. However, it seemed as though Nitisian was not a language that one could half ass. Evidently if you were as soft spoken as Vin usually was, it meant that you were of a lesser variety, which was never something that one really wanted to hear. Part of the male wanted to suggest to Aslisk that perhaps the harshness of the language didn't also need to come over in the transfer to this world, considering such hostility was not something he wanted to foster within the Halls, but... well, it wasn't as if Nitisian was about to become their official second language. Plus, it felt disrespectful to ask the wyvern to change the rules of her language just because it didn't quite fit in with the etiquette of this world. He obviously didn't know much about where Aslisk came from, but it was easy to see that it was a far more brutal world than this one – even though this one could be plenty brutal when it wanted to be – and that was reflected in their languages, for better or worse. Perhaps someday he would ask her if she knew some words in other languages of her world, just to compare and see if any of them were a mite softer.

Shaking his head a little bit in order to collect himself, the hybrid decided to focus on the lesson at hand, taking Aslisk's critique to heart. Taking a deep breath inward, he snapped softly, his voice firm and challenging as his tongue curled against razor sharp fangs, "Balayor, Aslisk." He winced a little bit at the sound of his own voice after that, worried that he had gone a bit too harsh. The greeting sounded more like he was scolding her, which was technically what she had recommended, but still just felt so foreign that he couldn't help but think it was wrong somehow. The next words to come out of Aslisk's mouth were also fairly basic, although they certainly sounded foreign to him. Keeping the same jagged tone from before, he tested them upon his tongue, "Felz. Fepza." The words sounded so odd and strangely similar to him that for a moment, he actually considered that perhaps Aslisk was fucking with him, and was just making stuff up to make him seem ridiculous. However, he didn't much see the point in that at the moment, considering it was doubtful that he would be using the Nitisian greetings and words for things in the presence of others. Not unless all of a sudden far more of Aslisk's world began to bleed and mix into this one. The next phrase was... a bit more difficult. It sounded entirely otherworldly to his large ears, to the point where they nearly pinned down against his head in response. However, he tried his best to replicate her inflection, gesturing one of his wings off at a pencil on the table nearby, "Gorktoktark selbyesor pencil." He doubted the word for pencil in Aslisk's language was pencil – if they even had a word for pencil in her world – but it was the only thing he could think to follow it up with. Once he was done, he tilted his head to one side, allowing his voice to drop back down to its usual monotone polite lilt, "How was that? Honestly, your language just feels like you're yellin' all th'time."