Post by stomachpains on Jan 22, 2011 10:05:35 GMT -5
Now Toris was embarrassed.... Both Elek and Willem knew other languages, yet they spoke very clear English; he could barely remember the articles, let alone the right tenses to use... These two could pass for native speakers, even with the slight accents they had. It wasn't a downer, though; Toris didn't see it as such anyway. This was inspiration at its finest. If they could do it, why couldn't he? It wasn't too late in his life to learn, and he had already learned four new language beside from his home tongue.
Though at first his face showed almost a hint of sorrow, it was instantly alleviated, settling to a visage of comfort and contentment. He smiled, how couldn't he, being in such a unique and diverse room. French, German, Lithuanian, English, a language he recognized to be of Asian decent ("nihongo" meant Japanese, didn't it?), and from the almost sing-song way he spoke the first language, as well as hearing "Neder", he assumed that it was Dutch... though a part of him was too nervous to ask, lest he be wrong an possibly insult Willem. It could've been Belgian Dutch, and from what he remembered, Belgians got a little upset at being called Dutch...
"T-taip, I speak German, rather vell. Zere, eh, many Germans in Lithuvania, ir many Lithuvanians in Germany... Ir, French vas, eh, interest to me. It, eh... alveys influence, ze cooking, yes?" Toris chuckled lightly. If only it came out clearer... no matter... He'd only get better with practice. "Zough I love ze languvages, I vould... prefer not use zem. Razer... practice wit English. Is only vay to learn, ir I had no verbal practicing before..." Toris smiled when he finished saying this. It was relatively clear, and it was, in his opinion, a mature decision. It might be a pain for everyone else, but it would, in the end, be better. They wouldn't have to suffer through broken sentences anymore...
Silently, Toris took a seat, not saying anything more after his little speech, leaving the floor open for others, looking Reggie as he talked about his plants and the method for setting them up and such. He couldn't reiterate in his mind how interesting of a year he was in for...
Though at first his face showed almost a hint of sorrow, it was instantly alleviated, settling to a visage of comfort and contentment. He smiled, how couldn't he, being in such a unique and diverse room. French, German, Lithuanian, English, a language he recognized to be of Asian decent ("nihongo" meant Japanese, didn't it?), and from the almost sing-song way he spoke the first language, as well as hearing "Neder", he assumed that it was Dutch... though a part of him was too nervous to ask, lest he be wrong an possibly insult Willem. It could've been Belgian Dutch, and from what he remembered, Belgians got a little upset at being called Dutch...
"T-taip, I speak German, rather vell. Zere, eh, many Germans in Lithuvania, ir many Lithuvanians in Germany... Ir, French vas, eh, interest to me. It, eh... alveys influence, ze cooking, yes?" Toris chuckled lightly. If only it came out clearer... no matter... He'd only get better with practice. "Zough I love ze languvages, I vould... prefer not use zem. Razer... practice wit English. Is only vay to learn, ir I had no verbal practicing before..." Toris smiled when he finished saying this. It was relatively clear, and it was, in his opinion, a mature decision. It might be a pain for everyone else, but it would, in the end, be better. They wouldn't have to suffer through broken sentences anymore...
Silently, Toris took a seat, not saying anything more after his little speech, leaving the floor open for others, looking Reggie as he talked about his plants and the method for setting them up and such. He couldn't reiterate in his mind how interesting of a year he was in for...