Skwisgaar nodded to the first, and then looked downcast at the second.
"I is... vury bad at writings a feel." He said. "With words." Skwisgaar stipulated. "Withs de notes, I is de bests in de whole worlds, ja, buts only abouts de dark and brutals? And dats is hard to converts into how I is feels to words. I uh... also can't writes so good." His eyes darted either direction before he cleared his throat.
"Dyslkexkia." He muttered under his breath. He knew Charles knew, but he didn't like admitting it.