Translationfail: Long time no see...

[necessary_child]

"Well, if you can send that to me today, I should be able to get some notes back to you by lunchtime tomorrow..."

A ruffled black head pokes around the door.

"...Huh."

Sam ambles in, still wearing his usual scruffy black, and carefully shuts the door on the university behind him.

"This is - huh. This is definitely weird."

Not just because he hasn't found a door in a long time, but also because he's just realised he can't understand a lot of the chatter going on - and he hasn't been somewhere he can't speak the language in millennia.

He finds his old favourite spot at the bar to perch on, surveying the room, and lets the flow of languages wash around him as he hunts for a) his girlfriend, b) his best friend, and c) his cat.

Even if you aren't one of the above, you're welcome to come say hi.



[OOC: Sam speaks basically every language in Earth, Heaven and Hell. Please let me know if your pup's language sounds like or shares words with any of those.]

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[stuck_mynock]

Atton is wise, and good, and does not tackle Sam to the ground, but rather -- being wise and good -- scrambles through the rafters to drop down on him from above.

"[What's up, motherkriffer?]"

[necessary_child]

"Oof."

Sam is defaulting to English, because he's lived there for long enough that it's worn a linguistic groove in his brain, but he's always been vaguely conscious of the babelfish - here, whatever language he speaks, it always sounds the same to him.

Until now.

"Atton!" Omg it is best fiend frieeeeeeeeeend yes. "You are the worst person."

<3 <3 <3 <3

[stuck_mynock]

Atton can't understand a word Sam's saying.

He can guess the gist.

Atton is quite happy to settle on top of Sam and not move.

"[Hi. Hi. Buy me a drink?]"

[necessary_child]

It's Atton, and to judge by the inflection he's asking something.

There can be only one possible response to a request from his joint-favourite person in the 'verse.

"Fuck you, you're the worst."

He'd flip the bird, but he's busy shoving at him.

[stuck_mynock]

"[You're very cruel. I'm here dying of thirst, and you're just doing nothing to help.]"

Atton responds to this in the only rational way -- by settling as much of his weight on Sam as possible.

[necessary_child]

"You bastard."

Sam squirms, very deliberately, underneath him.

"See if I buy you a drink now."

[stuck_mynock]

"[I am dying.]"

Atton sounds very mournful about this.

[necessary_child]

Sam wriggles again, shoving Atton.

Darkly, "You are the worst ever."

It goes without saying that this is said in the tones of the worst insult that he could ever possibly deliver.

[stuck_mynock]

"[Dyiiiiiiiing.]"

He does adjust his position, though, to a better one to get his hands around Sam's wrists and try to pin him down.

[necessary_child]

"I hate you so much, Atton Rand. So. Much." Sam squirms his wrists free, with the ease of someone who's spent a lot of time escaping being manacled/tied up/etc, mostly not in the fun way.

(Fortunately, it's Atton, so most of the issues involved here temporarily don't apply.)

"What the hell happened to the translation magics, anyway?"

[stuck_mynock]

Atton hears the questioning tone, but it's not like he understands the question, so he just waggles his eyebrows inquiringly in Sam's direction.

[necessary_child]

"Ugh."

Atton is the actual worst.

So, Sam stops struggling, drops his hands... and then brings them round in a sweeping motion, pushing Atton a foot or two up into the air.