The change between the two languages happens with enough frequency and speed that Yukio ends up feeling dizzy for it, glancing from one man to the other and taking a few measured breaths. He scrubs at his eye with the back of his hand.
He doesn't know much about the Order that Father Fujimoto is a part of. All that he's been taught are a few key phrases, things that Yukio's supposed to ask anyone suspicious the inner workings of said order are still a complete mystery to him. It's completely possible that there's another one. Yukio's cheeks flush with the frustration of not knowing.
"I'm not supposed to be far from nii-san," explains Yukio, though he finally lets both hands drop by his sides, opting to trust the two men for now. They seem... nice. Maybe a little intense, but nice. "And I don't... know that much about Father's work, either. What do you hunt? Why are hunters and priests working together is something wrong?"
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He doesn't know much about the Order that Father Fujimoto is a part of. All that he's been taught are a few key phrases, things that Yukio's supposed to ask anyone suspicious the inner workings of said order are still a complete mystery to him. It's completely possible that there's another one. Yukio's cheeks flush with the frustration of not knowing.
"I'm not supposed to be far from nii-san," explains Yukio, though he finally lets both hands drop by his sides, opting to trust the two men for now. They seem... nice. Maybe a little intense, but nice. "And I don't... know that much about Father's work, either. What do you hunt? Why are hunters and priests working together is something wrong?"