<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma found the images that spoke to him rather interesting. His common wasn't good, but he was starting to pick up on a few more things. His previous education on the language seemed to help too, even if he'd ignored most of it in his youth. <i>In a few days, I should be able to converse better with Amell,</i> Kazuma mused. <br/>
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At the sound of Amell's voice, Kazuma spared the man a single glance before turning his attention back to the TV. He gave a frown though at the mention of being safe. Offhandedly, Kazuma shook his head. "No," he muttered. "Always not safe." That would have to be a conversation for when Kazuma could speak the common tongue better. Or... English as Amell had called it. <br/>
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Kazuma hadn't noticed that Amell left the room until the man spoke again, this time about washing. The Oni Prince frowned. He wasn't interested in the clothes that Amell tossed to him. He gingerly picked at the cloth and frowned. Where were his clothes? His armor? Kazuma was reminded yet again that he was also missing his sword. He looked around, trying to see if he could find it or at least let Amell know what he wanted. <i>Oh this is beyond frustrating,</i> Kazuma glared at the floor. He gave up, at least for now. <br/>
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Amell motioning to some other room took his attention so he left the bed, and clothes, to go see what Amell wanted him to look at. The room was small, but what he did notice was something a bit familiar. Well, the shape of it anyway. A bath. Kazuma hummed softly in appreciation. A bath would be nice. Though his wound was in a rather difficult spot for such things. Slowly, Kazuma knelt next to the strangely designed tub. "Amell, <i>where do I get water for this?</i>"</span>