Sadde is home; it's a Friday evening, his shift is over, and there's no school. He's reading a book, lying on his bed in his small-but-tidy apartment.
He is also quite naked, because it's his place and why not?
Glam and Ashras in Wormverse
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He soaks up the language like a sponge, frequently picking up useful words and phrases even from the things Harry isn't explicitly trying to teach him. And he has great fun with the whole business.
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A stroll around the city sounds like a fine plan to him. He can pick up more English while he's at it.
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Now that's fascinating.
"Nothing like these in Aluvanna," he explains. "Not like phones either."
"Nothing like these in Aluvanna," he explains. "Not like phones either."
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Nod, tail-swish. (Alert interest and consideration. Tails are awfully expressive, it turns out.)
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"I have to learn English to talk to anyone," he says, with a shrug and a wry tail-flick.
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"No, it's good," he says agreeably, in haphazardly constructed but well-pronounced English. "Lots of chance to learn."
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At the end of Harry's week of tutoring, Ashras is going to speak English like - well, not a native, but a really well-educated foreigner. And he will have figured out computers and phones and cars and how this insane planet allegedly functions. And although he doesn't pick up nearly as much as he'd like to about the local culture, he makes what he feels is a good start.
Okay, now what?