Lia
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
His smile widened when his hand was taken and the boy began to speak to him, even if he couldn't understand a word he was saying. Sergei lifted Panda into a seat and set a slice of pizza on it, cautioning him that it was still hot. He was quick to release it and blow on his own fingers, and hoped that the boy had gotten the point. "Pizza," he said, nodding to the food. It would be good anyway if Panda could catch onto another language.