Warnings: Rated Pg-13 for Duo's humour. General Plotlessness, with a little [probably] NE England-only Dialect.
The phone buzzes for a moment.
"Moshi Moshi?" Do you hear that smooth Japanese tone? Perfect pronunciation, flawless phrasing... you would think it was a mother tongue, the way he speaks.
Think again. His mother tongue is actually the very confusing Finnish, which is apparently a usual language to learn for a young prince.
He can speak any other language he knows, and they're all in that smooth tone. It's probably why I prefer hearing him speak in his mother tongue overall; when he lapses into it his voice changes completely, the smooth calmness giving way to a far rougher voice. He turns more fiery, speaking a little faster and huskier.
That could just be my influence, though. He only really uses Finnish when with me, even though I don't speak it myself. It's a little like the 20th century cliché of French being a romantic language; but because I speak quite a bit of French myself it takes the mystery from it. Using French is almost like reciting a bad porn movie. I can't help laughing and cooing 'Oh, you're huuuge!' afterward.
German is pretty bad, as well. Nothing quite breaks the mood like one of us imitating a bad German accent and grunting "Ich liebe dich". Always makes us laugh – try saying it out loud. I know we do, but there's nothing quite like a little bit of teenage humour, eh?
"What are you grinning about, you little tinker?"
I shake my head. "Sometimes I regret agreeing to that holiday." He slides his arms around my waist, nuzzling into me gently. "I was thinking about the languages we speak."
"How about we go explore the language we both know well but don't use verbally, hmm?" He smirks a little, rubbing against my back. I mirror his smirk and drag him off to show him just how fluent I am.