Abel Lazarus
Vinzent was rather excited to see the end result, especially since it must have asked a lot of focus from Abel with one uninjuried arm. He’s sure it’ll look fine!
“Yes, I’d love to see it!”
“Oh, that’s neat! Ohh, yeah I can guess, yes.”
He happily picks up the phone and sets the camera to take a look at himself. Hey, honestly? He loves it. Delighted, he took a picture without second guessing. … Wait, oops! Hold on, while Vinzent won’t delete it… How is his own phone? Reaching it, he realized that uh. It is. Very likely dead. Shiiiiiiit. That’s what happen when you spend a lot more time in the water with the phone, and the cord. Now he probably can’t show any more pictures to Abel. Not until when he can figure out if he can attempt fixing his own phone. Emphasis on attempting. Ah well, he took a look at the picture on Abel’s phone. That was…
“This look great! I really love it, thank you so much!”
Handing it back to Abel with a delighted expression, Vinzent noted it’d take a bit for him to be used to have his hair up for a while, but he’s absolutely not complaining. He’d redo it again after washing his hair properly. This was a fun experiment that was rewarding! Now. Abel did hear Vinzent talk in English, mainly because Vinzent was well aware that English is the most common understood language, he’s not talking German on purpose to confuse people- That said even if it wasn’t the language magic at play, there might have been a slight accent but it’s hardly noticeable.
“Yeah, I do know English! And I also know French, that’s my third language!” In part because of proximity (European Moments™), and in part there was a noticeable number of his classmates whose first language was French, interesingly enough.
