Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

"Oh." Bridge giggled a little bit.

"What else?" Scipio brushed a bit of hair out of his face.

Bridge bit his lip, thinking. "I…I like your accent?"

"Mi piace il tuo accento. I suppose yours is alright too."

He let his lip go, smiling. "I don't…have one, really."

"To me you do. You just don't think so because it sounds like everyone else's around you."

"Oh. I…okay." He glanced to the wall and floor for a moment before turning his attention back to Scipio.

(Is this set in America or what?)
"Everybody has an accent. I have an Italian one. You have an American one."

((America lol))
"Okay…I…I hadn't noticed," He admitted with a shy smile.

Scipio nodded. "There are different American accents. There are ones like yours, and strong southern accents. But nonetheless, your accent sounds as different to me as mine does to you."

"Oh." Bridge paused. "I…I like yours better."

"Alright. Anything else you want to hear in Italian?"

He hummed a little in thought, biting his lip again. "Nothing in particular."

"Niente in particolare." Scipio smirked again.

Bridge giggled some more, again glancing elsewhere before looking back to Scipio.

"Cosa stai guardando?" Scipio glanced over to where Bridge had been looking.

"What?" He asked, blinking.

Scipio held up one finger and closed his eyes, translating. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh. Nothing. Just…just the wall," He answered, looking down to Scipio.

"Mm… Why? There is nothing on it. The walls here are quite boring."

"I…" Bridge didn't exactly know how to explain to Scipio. He had glanced over because he had thought Scipio looked pretty, and it was a natural reaction. "I don't know."

"Alright… torna all'italiano, suppongo." Scipio hummed and closed his eyes again.

Bridge kept running a hand through his hair, leaning back against the wall and looking down at Scipio.

"Do you want to know how to swear in another language?"

Bridge blinked, surprised by the question. "Sure…I don't…don't swear that much, though."

"Alright. It'll at least allow you to identify when I say it. Fanculo is fuck, merda is shit, and dannato is damn or damned."

"Oh. Okay." He nodded. "You…you said a lot of those."

Scipio nodded. "And ass is culo. That's one of my favorite nicknames for our buddy Dave."

He giggled a little. "You use…that one a lot."

"Mhmm. He knows a bit of Italian from me yelling it at him all the time. That's why he understood me earlier."