Wander pressed on, hearing that same old native tongue speak to him rather cruelly, almost in despise to the point where he had to cease in the middle of the street, freezing up almost. He felt the coils on him that once enraptured him in glory become monstrous, “…?”,
He shook back again to reality before the light changed, just speeding up ahead of everything else as he made it to the other side of the street.
Another lapse…and he was trying to get him hit by a semi or something. Such a headache coming on before long…a hand to his head verifying such pains as he squinted, “Tsuj o’g emoh…that’s all there is to it.”
Han gil had already crossed the street and was about to enter a café, when he noticed that the japanese guy stopped once more and was holding his head now. It seemed like that he was in a really bad pain by now, so he slowly stepped over to him and bowed a little down to be able to look into the strangers face.
“Maybe you should come with me into the café and sit down for a second. You do not look good at all right now and maybe you will just faint off here.”. The black haired was ignoring though the fact before, that the stranger had spoken a unknown language to him, as he was rubbing lightly his neck, not knowing what else to do. He was not quite sure if it was okay to let him just stay like this on the streets.