Which of your OCs is most likely to know Old Norse?
Astra probably learned it as a joke and quickly realized that she now had a way of talking without most people knowing what she was saying.
Nenet probably learned it with the reasoning that she was bound to find something written in Old Norse in her line of work and that it was best to be prepared.
“You made out with her?” “Wha–NO! I MET UP with her.”
“You made out with her?” Ase stared at the other male, somewhat shocked at the idea that Lycos might have made out with his best friend.
“Wha–NO! I MET UP with her,” the white-haired male corrected before pausing. “I mean, I made out with her last night but I haven’t made out with her today. Must change that,” his voice trailed off into a mutter.
“Too much info, bro,” Ase grimaced, deciding not to comment on the fact that he had just basically admitted to showing some kind of interest in his best friend other than platonic love. It was kind of obvious anyway.
“You’re dating Gwen, the very image of innocence. Everything is too much info for you,” Lycos pointed out. “Hell, I think even the mere mention of anything going past kissing is enough to turn you and your girlfriend into a blushing mess.”
“You know,” Ase gave Lycos an odd look, “Everyday, I come closer to agreeing with Ana that you are gross.”
“She doesn’t need any more people to agree with her,”
If someone were to look into the shop at the end of the lane, smaller on the outside, bigger on the inside, with the sign that read “Junk and Disorderly”, they would be struck by the realization that it was an odd place to be.
6 inch tall men could be seen running around if one merely looked hard enough, there was a demon in the storage room that usually caused chaos and swore most creatively, a vampire usually lurked in the darker parts of the store and offered to help customers with reading, a single tiny dragon usually buried itself in one of the jewelry boxes and a faerie was always behind the counter.
Yes, Junk and Disorderly was a strange place. But it was a good kind of strange. At least until
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unwittingly awoke some eldritch abomination and forced them to combat it.
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