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Her name sounded lyrical as her words and he smiled. It was nice to hear a foreign tongue that was sweet and not sour. The Accent Anselm had would have been sweet to match the beauty of the males eyes if his personality wasn't so god awful.

Eti held up a paw. You can just be callin' me Eti. That was what everyone called him. It was hard to say the foreign way of his name. The syllables just write like a musical note.

No need to apologize. I know accents well. He pressed a paw to his own chest. His own accent present and accounted for.