<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Meetings<br/><br/>Kumiho was just as busy as Max was attempting to place the face across from him.  He had decided there was probably more than a random pickup line to the man, especially because Kumi did indeed find the man familiar too.  While he talked he was busy shifting through memories, faces, trying to connect the man in front of him to some memory, some place.<br/><br/>"Ah, well, I'm not as good at guessing as I think," Kumiho relented.  He never took things too seriously, either others or himself.  He was pleased that the American took his ribbing with a grain of salt.  Some people couldn't take a joke, particularly when it came to their money.  The fact that Max could admit that he just stumbled onto his money gave him big points in Kumi's books.<br/><br/>Kumiho was rather pleased at the comment about his accent and he let it show on his face.  "Well, I think I've traveled so much that I've got a smattering of everything when I talk.  English wasn't my first tongue, and I learned it from so many people."  It was all a crock of shit, but Kumi had been throwing together crocks of shit for so long he hardly knew the difference.  And for some reason he zealously guarded the Maltese origin of his accent.  He didn't want anybody knowing where else they could hear it, he loved it being his.<br/><br/>"I spent a good deal of time working at a resort, in Indonesia," Kumi expounded, which was true as far as it went.  "There were people from all over the world there, it was wild.  I learned some English there, but hardly anyone spoke it right I suppose."  He took a long pull of his beer and watched Max.  "How long have you had the beard?" he asked suddenly, wondering if perhaps that was what was keeping him from placing the fellow.