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“Yeah," Pratik answered gruffly. "A... valet? I think he said."

“Yeah… I don’t know if I will,” Pratik lied. “He seems busy.”

“I didn’t get much of one.” Pratik shrugged, switching back. “Apparently he’s my boss now. You?”

Pratik cringed sympathetically and decided not to push it.

“Do you know what your assignment is going to be?” Pratik asked.

"I'm sorry," Pratik murmured. "It's not my native tongue... is Akarataran the only language you speak?"

"Probably not well," Pratik answered. "But enough to understand those who wish to be understood."

(Perfect! Thanks!) Pratik considered her a moment, trying to decide whether to drop the issue or tell her that he understood her. He decided on a compromise between the two ...

(Umm... I imagine he would, yes. I'll follow your lead on what's realistic for him to know, but in cannon he's very good at languages and is multi-lingual so I ...

Pratik glanced at her, then looked at the floor, not wanting to contribute to her discomfort. He couldn’t even imagine how vulnerable she must be feeling after Tarr’s assault. And ...

“I just hope they can get her back,” Pratik said, forcing a slight somber tone into his voice. “She’s the only family I have, but a friend promised to care ...

“Ah.” Pratik was silent as he, once again, cursed himself for agreeing to a plan this abysmally stupid. Ash wasn't paying nearly enough for Pratik to subject himself to this ...

(Night!) "I won't," Pratik agreed. He was silent for a moment. "Tips on learning that skill? I don't seem to have it." And he wouldn't ever have it. His job ...

"I know what I'd like to do," Pratik muttered.

Pratik cringed sympathetically even as his blood ran cold. That was going to be hard to watch without interceeding. He hadn't tolerated it when he was eleven and he didn't ...