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To no one’s surprise, Ze and Regect were fighting again.
Ze was, luckily, winning the fight, with his hands holding Regect’s invisible neck with force, and if the entity needed to breathe, he would probably be close to death right now. That’s why the player knows he can do this.
“Entidade filha da puta do caralho (Fuckass, son of a bitch of an entity)!”- Ze cursed, pressing with even more strength against the other’s neck.
Regect was trying to get the human’s hands out of him but simply stopped trying when he heard those words. He was pretty confused.
“Was that your fucking Spanish, dude? You need to work on it.” - The entity teased, and instead of having Ze punch him, he had the contrary.
Ze stopped his hands, looking at Regect even more confused than the other was before. The player looked at him in pure shock.
“… Did you just fucking say that I spoke Spanish?” - Ze asked, and Regect could see that he was trying not to laugh.
“Yeah? Like, that wasn’t Spanish? It sounded pretty similar.” - Somehow, the entity was starting to get embarrassed. He was sure Ze was mocking him, and he didn’t know what he was mocking him about.
“That wasn’t Spanish, idiot. That was Portuguese. Brazilian, to be more specific.” - The player explained, getting up from the ground and finally letting out a chuckle. - “You were supposed to know the difference, but I guess even if you know Spanish, your dumbass can’t differentiate shit.”
Regect got up too, arms crossed, as he tried to find and counter-argument to whatever Ze said. - “Hey-! You were leaving me breathless on the ground! How am I supposed to hear shit?!”
“First of all, you don’t need to breathe. Second of all, if you know Spanish, you immediately know when someone isn’t speaking Spanish.” - Ze answered, laughing again. - “How the fuck can you be so dumb?”
“Fuck you then!” - The entity exclaimed, pointing his finger at Ze. The other only looked at him with a big smug face.
Silence came before Regect spoke again. - “And what did you say to me?”
“I just swore at you, that’s all.” - The player said, turning to go back to Wakafante’s house.
“And you’re not going to translate to me?” - Regect almost whined, following Ze.
“Nah, it doesn’t have the same effect when you translate.” - Ze answered, smirking when he saw the absolute anger on Regect’s two visible right eyes.
“Alright, alright… So why do you know Portuguese then?” - The entity finally asked.
“I’m half-Brazilian, on my mom’s part.” - Ze explained, checking his inventory to not look at Regect’s face. He wasn’t feeling in the mood to explain his problematic family to his boyfriend-enemy.
Regect, fortunately, noticed and didn’t press further on the subject. They continued walking in silence. Funny how the fact that both went to pick some iron in a cave led to them fighting over who ate the cake Moe did the other day.
“If I spoke in Spanish, would you understand?” - The entity questioned, the curiosity getting the best of him.
“Some parts? They’re pretty similar languages anyways.” - Ze said, but he was also finding the idea of him and Regect speaking in their other languages a bit too tempting. How would Moe react to them speaking a language that she (probably) doesn’t know?
“Yeah? So, uh… ¿Puedes entender lo que estoy diciendo? (Can you understand what I’m saying?)” - Regect tried, and he paid attention to Ze’s face, almost like he could see the gears turning inside the player’s head.
“Um pouco. (A bit.)” - Ze responded, a small smile forming on his face. Oh, this was fun.
“Vale, vale, ¿y ahora qué? ¿Todavía puedes hacerlo? (Okay okay, and now? Can you understand?)” - Regect continued, chuckles coming out of his invisible mouth aswell.
“Tá um pouquinho difícil mas acho que sei o que tu disse. (It’s a bit difficult but I think I understood what you said.)” - The player continued, laughing clearly now.
They continued talking with each other this way all the way back to the house, sometimes stopping so one would explain a word to another.
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“É, por isso que acho que o teu gosto musical é uma merda. (And that’s why I think your music taste is shit.)” - Ze said, having Regect screaming at his face again.
“Mi gusto musical no es malo, es solo que tú tienes un pésimo sentido de lo que es bueno y lo que es malo! (My music taste isn’t shit, it’s just that you have a horrible sense of what’s good and what’s bad!)” - The entity exclaimed, throwing a middle finger to the other.
Ze would respond if they didn’t hear a bunch of honks coming from infront of them.
There was Moe, who was looking at them as if they were aliens speaking in codes. Which was very accurate in the situation that they were.
“Honk honk honk honk?! (What the hell are you two on?!)” - The clown girl asked, crossing her arms in confusion.
“We’re uh… We’re speaking in the other languages we know since they’re pretty similar?” - Ze tried to explain, but it still sounded weird coming from his mouth.
Instead of answering, Moe just sighed and left the two of them in the middle of the living room to deal with their own shit.
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Regect turned to Ze. - “So… We continue?”
“Mas é claro. (Of course.)”