Kaiser and Ness weren’t one to offer their concern over something so easily, especially not something as stupid as a language barrier.

Though after seeing the amount of potential you had as a player in Bastard München, they couldn’t help but decide to lend some of the time to help you learn German — considering how nobody else was willing to do it, and being trapped in a facility gave you no time to go out and get proper tutoring lessons to learn the complicated language.

“verdammt, wie kannst du das überhaupt auf Englisch erklären?” (damnit. how do you even explain this in English?) With Kaiser’s limited English vocabulary, it deemed to be harder than he had initially thought to teach you German.

“i-ich weiß es nicht, woher soll ich das wissen?” (I-I don’t know, how am I supposed to know?) Ness uttered beside him, looking at the German word Kaiser was pointing at in the German dictionary with the same confusion on trying to explain it in English.

Kaiser clicked his tongue, before inhaling sharply and turning his gaze back onto you, ditching the German dictionary in front of him — closing it.

“Agh, forget it,” Kaiser uttered, trying to word his words properly so you’d understand him easily.

“fick dich.” Kaiser leans back against the chair he was sitting on, keeping his gaze on yours, “it means fuck you.”

Ness stiffens slightly, shifting his position of standing beside Kaiser — glancing at him, “… sollten wir ihnen diese Wörter wirklich schon in einem so frühen Stadium beibringen?” (should we really teach them these words at such a early stage?) Ness asks, eyebrows raised as he glances at you — then avert his gaze back at Kaiser, who waved a hand dismissively at him, a scoff slipping past his lips as he props one arm behind the chair he was sitting on — his left leg draping over his right.

“ah, es ist in Ordnung. Sie werden es auf dem Feld brauchen.” (ah, it’s fine. they’ll need it in the field.) Kaiser reassures, a small smirk tugging the corners of his lips at the thought of it already.