@bubblegum
Bridge only nodded, tilting his head. "Do…do you know what it's called?"
Bridge only nodded, tilting his head. "Do…do you know what it's called?"
"Homeward Bound." Scipio hummed the tune quietly to himself, still watching the door.
"I…no. I haven't…heard it," He admitted.
(It's a pretty good song 10/10 would recommend)
"Yeah, I figured." Scipio started singing the song, albeit rather quietly. He had a nice voice, honestly. Surprisingly nice, considering murder and intimidating boy and stuff.
((I actually have heard it lol))
Bridge tilted his head at him as he sang. It was…a nice voice. Not super grand, but not a hoarse whisper either. It was nice. And, it was yet another thing he was going to add to the ever-growing list of things he liked about Scipio.
Scipio finished the song and resumed his tapping. "There. Now you've heard it."
"I liked it." He said simply. "I…I liked your voice too."
"Okay. I don't know a lot of songs." Scipio watched a guard walk by. (Not Dave)
"You…you don't have to sing," Bridge told him, although he sort of wished he would.
Scipio nodded. "I like it fine. It's just hard to learn songs in an asylum."
"Do…do you remember any others?"
"Couple Irish ones, and some ones in Italian you definitely don't know. Since I grew up in Italy, I learned some there."
"Could…" Bridge looked to the ground. "Could you sing an Italian one?"
"Sure." Scipio sang some unfamiliar song in Italian. (I don't actually know any Italian songs so oof) The words rolled off his tongue smoothly and it sounded very natural for him. It was obvious that Italian was his first language.
Bridge was sure he'd blushed a bit as Scipio sang, the words almost soothing.
Scipio stared at the wall quietly after he finished. "Ti è piaciuto?" He asked, having a bit of trouble transitioning back to a language Bridge knew.
"What?" Bridge asked, blinking in confusion.
"Dammi un momento…" Scipio closed his eyes for a moment, mentally transitioning himself back to English. "Alright. I asked if you liked it."
"Oh. Yeah…yeah, I liked it…a lot." He said, looking to the floor with a small blush.
"It can be difficult for me to switch between languages sometimes…" Scipio said quietly, his Italian accent stronger than usual.
"I…I kind of like it when you speak Italian," Bridge admitted.
"Really?" Scipio glanced over at Bridge. "Ti piace questo?"
"I…I don't know what it means, but I like it."
Scipio nodded and thought for a moment, considering what he could say to Bridge without the other understanding. "Penso che tu sia attraente, e so che ti piaccio. Penso che sia bello quando la tua faccia diventa rossa. Credo che Dave abbia avuto ragione per una volta. Mi piacciono i ragazzi."
(Go ahead and pop that bad boy into Google translate)
((ooh scipio over here making moves))
"I still don't know what it means, but…" Bridge looked up and smiled softly. "It sounds good."
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