[Hm. What do all those languages have in common? They share some root words, are all quite old, and are tied to both religion and magic. Naturally, Solomon isn't going to hand the answer to him on a platter, but Akira doesn't mind. He'll find his own entertainment in this little puzzle, as will Solomon, he's certain.]
Pardon my reach.
[So as not to affect Grandpa's delicate constitution, Akira gingerly scoots closer, leaning forward to get a better look at the worlds inscribed on his skin. Pardon his reach, but he needs to borrow one of Solomon's arms real quick to get a closer look.]
Let's see... These are...
[Akira's lips move in silence, reading along Solomon's skin until his eyes catch on a familiar name.
And another. And another. And another. Ose, Decarabia, Bael, Orobas... Were he to keep reading, he's certain he'd find even more familiar names, but Akira's seen enough to arrive at a conclusion.
His loose hold on Solomon's arm loosens further still.]
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Pardon my reach.
[So as not to affect Grandpa's delicate constitution, Akira gingerly scoots closer, leaning forward to get a better look at the worlds inscribed on his skin. Pardon his reach, but he needs to borrow one of Solomon's arms real quick to get a closer look.]
Let's see... These are...
[Akira's lips move in silence, reading along Solomon's skin until his eyes catch on a familiar name.
And another. And another. And another. Ose, Decarabia, Bael, Orobas... Were he to keep reading, he's certain he'd find even more familiar names, but Akira's seen enough to arrive at a conclusion.
His loose hold on Solomon's arm loosens further still.]