[As it turns out, Lalli is multilingual- limitedly but Childe has no way of knowing that- just not in the languages that would actually help them. Impressive, regardless. Anyway, he's right; the words he throws out mean nothing but the sound of them, the shape of the letters and intonation, have the taste of something familiar. He even tries a few of them out himself, just to get a feel for them.
That's enough making a fool of himself for now. Childe edges further around, swinging one leg over the side of the bench so that he's straddling it and facing Lalli properly.]
I take it you mistook me for someone, then? [He cocks his head to the side.] Or... maybe not someone specific but from your world?
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That's enough making a fool of himself for now. Childe edges further around, swinging one leg over the side of the bench so that he's straddling it and facing Lalli properly.]
I take it you mistook me for someone, then? [He cocks his head to the side.] Or... maybe not someone specific but from your world?