”And you’re doing a good job, welcoming people like me,” she reassured softly as she watched Sam. His thoughtful gesture made her smile once again. How cruel must have been the world to him? He seemed to have such a pure heart. “I have heard of you? Well, no offense, but I don’t think so. I don’t know a Sam or a Twisty. Have we met before?”
The clown bit his cheek and wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have said anything about it at all. After all, bringing up the past wasn’t exactly his favorite activity. Still, it was always best to be forward and honest, right? Besides, in death it was kind of hard to hold things against people. Honestly, what were they going to do about it at this point. “No, but I was on the radio. I uh…I’m the reason they had the curfew…”
Elsa furrowed her eyebrows slightly and crossed her arms over her chest. The reason of the curfew? Slowly, she tilted her head to the side as she pursed her lips. “What are you saying, mh? What does that mean?” For a moment, she eyed the clown from top to toe, before meeting his gaze again. “You can talk to me, Sam.”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
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Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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