♕ quatorze; [voice; French/text] (Sunday morning)

[crotchroses]

[voice; French:]

[France's voice is low and might be pleasant to listen to, even if you don't speak French and can't understand a word. It's as though he's speaking to no one in particular, or everyone at large, but it's offhand. Musing.]--and I wonder who will be the next to leave? Ah, such is life! It is wandering and so fragile. Espagne,

Comments

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Oi Francois! Which would you get more use out of? A scarf, or a blanket?

[voice]

[crotchroses]

Mm... A blanket, ami! Ah, your pronunciation is so much better! I am beginning to love it.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

[Blushes and beams!]

Ah really? Merci beaucoup! Je suis flatee!

[voice]

[crotchroses]

[brb correcting the pronunciations whether they need it or not because he is picky at least he's being good-natured]

Speak as if you are kissing each and every word!

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Ah... Kissing... okay.

[Nods and makes everything extra chu like.]

[voice]

[crotchroses]

Bon! Remember to speak nearer to the front of your mouth. French is not ugly and guttural like English. Mon Dieu, before English developed into what it is in modern times, it was a disgusting combination of Nordic and Germanic grunts.

Les Saxons--

[He makes a disgusted noise, sticking his nose up in the air.]

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Ah... how did French develop?

[voice]

[crotchroses]

[brb drawing it out. It takes a few minutes but then he sends this over the communicator:]

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

[Nods and studies the map.]

I see. What's Italic?