[ The thing about growing up with a terrorist organisation in the Philippines is that it exposed her to a wide variety of languages. Quite mercifully, some ASL had trickled into the sign language she (and Kenji) had created for herself. But it is a small amount. When he spells out his name, all she can do is frown blandly and (with some embarrassment) try not to cop to her own ignorance.
Fortunately, she does know the ASL for "I'm hearing", pointing to her own chest before rolling her fist about her mouth.
Dean. He identifies himself as Dean. Sighing out silently, Kimiko casts her gaze around before picking up a stick and endeavouring to scrawl something into the dirt. Her written English isn't the tidiest. It's likely comparable to a sixth grader's. But it gets the message across. Once done, she gestures impatiently for him to read, and confirm or deny.
no subject
Fortunately, she does know the ASL for "I'm hearing", pointing to her own chest before rolling her fist about her mouth.
Dean. He identifies himself as Dean. Sighing out silently, Kimiko casts her gaze around before picking up a stick and endeavouring to scrawl something into the dirt. Her written English isn't the tidiest. It's likely comparable to a sixth grader's. But it gets the message across. Once done, she gestures impatiently for him to read, and confirm or deny.
Soldier Boy? ]