it can get so much worse - o, language class

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

Vinny never really expected Aslisk to be a teacher that would be eager to go out there and dispense praise like free candy, and he quickly found that he was right when he seemingly got the greeting to at least a somewhat stern level. It was in no way perfect, but Vox was hardly the type to go around screeching greetings at people, really. He knew that Aslisk hated it, but Vinny had always been a soft spoken and thoughtful individual, incredibly charismatic and outgoing, but never really the type to scream for everyone's attention. That was still true even now, with him holding the leader position that had been promised to him ever since he had been chosen to be Hadley's apprentice. He technically shouted for everyone's attention when he brought together meetings, and even then it was just an polite call for everyone to come together, just so that he was able to deliver unto them the news of the last month. He knew that things would probably change a lot when he one day passed and Aslisk took over, but he hoped that he would leave at least somewhat of an impression on the wyvern. After all, here he was attempting to learn at least bits and pieces of her strange and screeching language, and it only seemed fair that she could at least pick up a little bit of his kindness, or his softness. He knew it was a long shot, but a man could hope, at the very least.

He watched as a little crooked grin took up residence on Aslisk's sharp features, and he could practically feel the pride radiating off her in waves at the way his tongue managed to get a hold of the strange, jagged words he was being taught. It was enough to make him smile, and that smile only grew mode when Aslisk spoke about how to say pencil in her world's languages, a soft snicker leaving him at the word 'trencil.' It was just different enough to seem odd to his ears, but too similar for it to not be funny. He then listened to his teacher speak about her understanding of the language was, and what mastery it required. It sounded difficult, especially for a soft spoken soul such as himself, but he found himself nodding anyways, mumbling after a moment, I guess I can see how havin' a language that let's ya get things out fast 'n' furious could be useful, at least in certain situations." He much preferred situations that didn't require shouting frantic and loud words to each other just to get the point across, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn, just in case. It was after he nodded that Aslisk launched into her next explanatio,n beginning to talk about practical uses. Hearing her talk about combat was far from surprising, but he still found himself wincing a little, silently praying that they wouldn't need to call upon this technique anytime soon. He didn't particularly want the Halls involved in anything too chaotic, now or ever, really. Still, he listened intently to what she had to say, not wanting her to think that he was ignoring her or didn't appreciate her teaching him. It took him a moment to parse out what he was supposed to say, really, but eventually he cleared his throat, awkward words slipping past sharp fangs, "Aslisk, torklem hokatark... shit, did I do that right?"