The radio slips, sometimes, into a language Carlos doesn’t speak.
He tells himself he doesn’t speak it, anyway, and… well, it’s true enough. He couldn’t translate into this language. He doesn’t even know what it’s called. And the understanding that filters into his mind sometimes—more and more, lately—it’s just his imagination.
“A new man came into town today,” and that’s the last English Carlos hears for several minutes. He tells himself that the warm sense of being flattered, the words perfect and beautiful echoing in his mind, are nothing. His imagination.
After all, the segment ends—in English, again—with the darkly threatening, No one does a slice like Big Rico’s. No one. Surely there’s no room for flattery between those lines.
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#Young Wizards #Welcome to Night Vale #crossovers #fanfic
Brinens and Things 