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[ had initially entered starbucks first, taking a little longer than normal in determining that his teammate -- the word still feels foreign, kind of like a joke -- was not seated inside. pokes his head out of the door, then, clicking his tongue once. locating his soon-to-be companion is no problem afterward. waves a little as he approaches, bumping into a few chairs on the way. ]

Guten Tag! Herr Nathan?

[ is staring intently at his coffee, thus the words are at first more of an annoyance than anything else. lets out a small 'huh?' and looks up, obviously displeased by the new distraction, but once the words sink in he blinks a few times. cue a rise of an eyebrow. ]

Uh. Yeah?

[ considers his options very quickly & opts for a short bow while putting forth a hand for nathan to shake at the same time. ]

Excellent! I am Caleb. Your new... [ another pause to ransack his english dictionary for the proper term. ] ... friend?

[ stares at him, then his hand. pauses when he looks up at him again, only to give a funny look at his hand again, almost in confusion. does this a few more times before releasing half of his hold from his coffee, slowly lifting it to shake caleb's outstretched hand. ]

S... ure. Whatever.

[ grips his hand tactfully firm, shaking it twice before pulling away. stumbles a bit when sitting down, expression curious. ]

Good, good. [ pulls out a piece of paper to start reading. ] I am very pleased to meet you. The email, which I received, explained to me that this enterprises would by explained you.

[ frowns further and further as caleb keeps reading off of the paper, more from the slow realization that the (poor) guy obviously fails in the english language. or rather, knowing where he got said english from in the first place.

groans and reaches over instead, snatching the paper away. ]

Gimmie that!

[ looks it over quickly, eyes narrowing down at it. sighs heavily and hands it back, flipping out his cellphone to put in a memo. ]

I'm getting you a proper translator. Something electronic so conversations can go faster. [ pauses, looking up at caleb. ] ... you do know how to use electronics, right?

[ makes a startled 'ah--' sound when the paper is snatched, feeling a slight loss at how to convey the rest of the speech that he had thought out the night before without aid. blinks a little when he hears nathan talk, only managing to process select words despite his efforts.

smiles a little apologetically. ]

Verzeihung, Herr Nathan. [ short pause. ] El-ek-tro-- oh! Machines. Ja, I am not bad at machines.

[ gives him a critical eye, trying to determine if he's lying or not... then shrugs and leans back in his seat, setting his coffee cup on the table before crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Good. So, what were you saying?

. . . ?

[ looks down at the paper again. ]

The email, which I received, explained to me that this enterprises would by explained you. I was explained that I was the last member to connect to? It'd be large if you could update me on present circumstances.

... that doesn't even make any sense. I mean, how am I going to explain things to you if you barely understand me? God, what is wrong with them, sending me someone I can't talk to...

[ strokes his chin and thinks. knows that he doesn't know enough german to converse in that, but knows his attempts at explaining in english would be futile as well. wonders if he should start taking german at school, or-- ]

... yeah, okay, uh. First thing's first: are you understanding me so far?

[ nods enthusiastically at first, but stops himself, reminding himself mentally that lying (even white lies with the purpose of making a better first impression) would be counterproductive in this situation. so he nods again, but this time a little slower. ]

Little number of words. Up to can't talk to and understanding Herr Nathan.

[ offers another apologetic smile. ]

If spoken slower, more words is clear.

...

[ inhales, exhales; takes a long drink of his coffee to prepare for this. ]

[ sits up straight, making sure to talk both slowly and a little louder than usual, as if him not understanding very well means he's also deaf, too. ]

CAN. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME. Words. Are. Clear. Yes?

[ jerks in his seat, almost violently at the increase in volume, cringing a bit. ]

Ja, ja! Ich verstehe!

Ahem. Yes. You is clear.

[ doesn't even notice his distress over the volume, too focused on making him understand. lowers his voice anyway, momentarily distracted by his mistake. ]

It's "you are clear", not "you is clear".

[ repeats after him obediently. ]

You are clear, Herr Nathan.

[ raises his eyebrows at that, seemingly satisfied. ]

Good. And you don't have to call me "Herr Nathan". Just "Nathan" is fine. [ pauses, fighting the urge to add on something to that. looks away, feeling a little awkward as he adds: ] If... you want to... I guess.

. . . !

[ leans forward a little, looking a little excited. ] Yes! I like that very much! Nathan!

[ keeps his gaze away, almost feeling slightly embarrassed over caleb's excitement. ]

O-okay, okay, I get it-! It's just a name, geez...

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