"Yeah...I do...You're all always speaking Aremican to me." He slows down some as he receives Senku's fluency in other tongues. Some resemblance to the languages he knows of from Roland's version of Earth, but not enough to gather that he quite understands the meaning of any of it.
After his demonstration, Roland's shrugs his shoulders. His own five minutes were almost up, with only a minute and a half to spare. He pats himself down, breathes in deep till cold foggy air fills his lungs...But most of all, he closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling of, well. Anything. Anything out of the ordinary, anything out of the blue.
He wonders if he will hear voices from the second world, or one in particular. If a headache will come rushing through his temples as it once did the closer he got to him, or the darkness that spews out of him at the proximity. None of these happen, so the timer sets off and before he knows it, his hands are already placing the SCA back along his wrist.
"Nothing." He reports to Senku, with finality. "I didn't feel a thing."
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After his demonstration, Roland's shrugs his shoulders. His own five minutes were almost up, with only a minute and a half to spare. He pats himself down, breathes in deep till cold foggy air fills his lungs...But most of all, he closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling of, well. Anything. Anything out of the ordinary, anything out of the blue.
He wonders if he will hear voices from the second world, or one in particular. If a headache will come rushing through his temples as it once did the closer he got to him, or the darkness that spews out of him at the proximity. None of these happen, so the timer sets off and before he knows it, his hands are already placing the SCA back along his wrist.
"Nothing." He reports to Senku, with finality. "I didn't feel a thing."