[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][@Stanifly][/right]
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Morgan pinches the bridge of his nose as Sliver Blade addresses Westbound again. [color=brown]"Go easy on the damn guy,"[/color] he wasn't in a position to talk, but still, this was an odd situation for everyone, [color=brown]"still, you make a good point, but cut him some slack. Ain't nobody 'ere understands a damn thing."[/color]

[color=brown]"Hey, Westbound."[/color] Morgan snaps his fingers. [color=brown]"If you ain't try explorin' or turnin' the music off, then there ain't no reason not to try now."[/color]

That suggestion falls to the wayside, though.

[quote][color=8882be]"You've been here for a while, haven't you? Or, maybe? Do you think you could find or locate the dish rack?"[/color][/quote]
Sirpa's speech begins to resemble the rest of the people here; he's loosing track of what she's saying. At the same time, thank god neither he nor Silver Blade drank anything. He watches as she pushes the drink away, brows furrowed and heavy with concern. [color=brown]"You alright there, Sirpa?"[/color]

What she says in response, he doesn't understand, and frankly it seems like she doesn't understand him either.

[b]Shit.[/b]

Sirpa begins to take Westbound away; Morgan turns to Sliver Blade, a hand placed firmly on the table. [color=brown]"Well, I'm sure as hell glad I didn't buy anyone drink. You got a plan? 'Figure it'd be a good idea to keep up with those two, but I don't mind takin' another look around."[/color]