#persevering mage||fleur

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Fleur notices the change in language, and just smiles. "Sí. Esto es bueno con mí. Gracias, señor." He pauses for a moment again. "¿Tú eres amigo de papá's?"

Good, he understood him. As much as he adored his native language, he’d grown used to speaking in common, or well…elemental. Hardly anyone understood that.

‘Yes, I am friends with him. I have been for a long time.’ He nodded and extended a hand out towards the boy, to lead him along to a seat so he could cook some food for him. ‘He is a dear friend to me.’

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"Tengo un poco de hambre, pero no tiene que hacerme nada, señor." He rocks on his feet a bit, as if he can't keep still for very long. Perhaps that's true. Even as an adult he couldn't seem to stay still unless he had something to do to keep him there. He absently rubs one of his dirt covered hands against his cheek. Making him look more dirty. "¿Seguro que no estás ocupada?"

Grillby wouldn’t consider himself a clean freak in the diner but….hnnnnng. Damn him and his deterrence away from water! He’ll have to let Lost know to remedy this!

‘I do not mind…’ Time to switch back to the common tongue, for now anyways. He wasn’t sure if the boy would understand.

‘Does some fries sound good? I can cook whatever you like.’

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"Sí, recibiendo flores para papá." Darkness is bad, scary. They have to fight that. Flowers are bright and shiny and pretty, they'll fight the dark when he's not there! He'll protect his dad! He's strong, and brave, and nice. He'll fight the dark to protect his dad! He's scared of the dark too but that's okay. "¿Necesitas ayuda mientras estoy aquí?"

Ah, Lost. That explains everything.

It brought a smile upon his features to see this little child gathering flowers to try and help the Pirate. Knowing him like he does, his dear friend appreciated each and every single one. Fleur is such a good child.

‘¿Ayuda? Solo…alguna compañía estaría bien. ¿Tienes hambre?‘

Don’t think he’s gonna leave that out Fleur. You’re getting something to eat and maybe to clean up a bit too.

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There's a very long and almost uncomfortable stare from the boy. And then he blinks, smiles sheepishly. "Lo siento, lo olvidé. Elemental de fuego." He takes his flower back and kinda tucks it in his sleeve. He's absolutely the dirtiest smol. "¿Como estás?"

He keeps silent for a moment with that rather uncomfortable stare at him, the flames upon his head shrinking down. Did he know who he was? Well, other than being a fire elemental.

‘Sucede a menudo, no te preocupes.‘ Hm? Grillby debated the question while the child placed the flower into his sleeve, and now he’s getting a better look at him. Boy, if Lost saw how dirty the smol was…heh, he’d be in for it.

‘…Muy bien, en su mayor parte. Parece que has estado ocupado recogiendo flores.‘

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"Sí, ¿verdad?" Is that an excited bouncing child, yup. You complimented a thing he likes, now he won't stop bugging you about it. "¿Tu quiero un flores?" Holds out a small white flower.

Fleur was being rather cute right now, so much so that he wanted to scoop the child up in a hug and protect him from everyone around them. Unfortunately, when he held out the white flower, he paused, brows furrowing in a frown barely visible.

He took only a moment to gaze at his hands which, if he were to hold onto the flower, it would burn. But how to tell a child that?

‘Yo…no podría hacerlo. No quiero quemarlo por accidente.’

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He grins brightly. More people know Spanish! This is gonna be so much easier. "¡Estoy tratando de animar más las cosas! Con flores!" He puffs out his chest with pride; he's going to make these places colorful and bright! Scare off the bad things that apparently no one else sees or hears. Shoo bad things shoo- this is his family!

‘¿Con flores?‘

Grillby isn’t sure of what was going on, but this definitely was Fleur. Did the boy get a hold of some sort of magic again? Or was it those grey-faced creatures he encounters once in a while? Either way, the child needed to be protected and…..bath? He can’t give him one. Water isn’t his best friend.

‘Esos son hermosos..’

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The expression he makes is something close to 'óvò?' when he's approached. He's covered in flower petals of various colors, as well as having dirt on his hands and clothes. No one would be able to tell that he just had a bath not too long ago. Dirty tiny fluff. "¿Sí?" That's him, yes, what's up?

He’s just…staring at the child and wait…Spanish? He caught that IMMEDIATELY! Since when could Fleur..nevermind, never question the child.

‘Niño, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí solo?‘

After all, one of his native languages is Spanish.

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Boop. Another boop. Tiny hands are putting flowers all over the diner. The flowers are clean. The delivery baby is not clean.

At first, Grillby doesn’t notice the child while he’s working, that was….till there were flowers being placed all over the diner. Smoldering eyes stared at the child for a moment before they widened and realized ‘Oh..there’s a human in the diner’. Wait…that child looked a tad..familiar…

He’s quick to move from behind the counter and scoots towards the child, kneeling down to get a better look.

‘…..Fleur?’