Re: Bonfire: James/Mao
Mao’s second brow joined the first and he blinked at being spoken to in japanese. That was different. What were the odds? He peered at the man with renewed interest as he answered, “Nah, it’s all fucking piss warm beer and shit like that.” He spoke english, but the fact he was able to answer would tell the stranger that he understood japanese decently enough.
The half demon boy had no accent, he sounded as american as apple pie. There was a touch of new england in there, he and his mother spent a good few years out east when he was very young and it stuck around in how he pronounced certain words and expressions he sometimes used.
Finishing off his beer, he crushed he can in his hand and canted his head at the stranger. “You new here?”