A tape player. IF that didn’t date someone, nothing did. Though what did it say about the worm that he was familiar with the media form as well?
“I never really had a bent towards the artistic,” he admitted “Though it’s my understanding that many of our kind find difficulty with such endeavors. Though eternity allows ample time to find inspiration.”
He examined one of the portraits curiously “So when you painted this were you attempting realism or to capture how they felt?” It was difficult to tell. The style seemed realistic enough but the subject did not. Gilroy could only be thankful he was lucky enough to not risk the Masquerade by his presence alone.
Turning his attention back to the book and deliberately not breathing. Not taking in the flowery scent that barely concealed poison. He nodded at her assessment.
“English is the same and actually both coming from the same language tree, I had assumed translation would be easier. However, I haven’t been able to internalize the convergences and divergences between the two modern forms.”
“I looked over Grimm’s Law briefly but it hasn’t helped as much as I hoped.”