[ @mooncollected @ Argenti ] "He speaks yeehaw language he's in."
"Yeehaw language?" A baffled expression crosses over the ginger's face, lips parted and brows furrowed in thought as emerald hues glisten with confusion. No matter how he tries to endeavor to understand his fellow knight's views, some things elude even him, and especially the weapons they wield. He could never imagine using a ranged weapon himself; it looked like the object would break in his hands, or even become faulty. His trusted lance, engraved with all the hope and faith he had, would never let him down; only his own hands would ever be able to. Yet, his gaze traces from her to the companion gained more than once upon the adventures in the cosmos. He's crossed paths with the marvel of the cybernetic age mixed with the past, something beyond his chivalrous time. His gaze lingers for a bit too long, pondering intently on the meaning of her words. It was true that the man's language was a bit crude; even if he seemed to derail from the true sense, he was quite certain that the man could barely speak without it being filled with at least one curse, leaving his tongue. "...I wonder if he can blue screen? I've heard that term about cybernetics?"
He's trying...
