(I'm sorry for all of the probably-terrible translations, I threw myself on the mercy of Google Translate.)
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He wakes up pressed between them - okay, wow, he took two flights and crossed an international border last night, Jesus, he's an idiot - and he can tell it's at least past noon because there's English mixed into the French and Arabic.
It's Kevin curled against his back, lower pitch of his voice vibrating against Seth's bare skin; his French whispers and curls fluidly into a long single run that's peppered with a scattering of offhanded likely-rude Arabic that makes Sami giggle against Seth's shoulder.
Sami's French has always been something he himself mocks - yeah, they're gonna kick me out, je n'ai jamais appris l'accent aigu - but his Arabic is beautiful, all dips and rolls, and he laughs as Seth mumbles out a very shaky marhabaan while yawning and whacking Kevin in the chest.
Wrestling, Seth Rollins/Kevin Owens/Sami Zayn
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He wakes up pressed between them - okay, wow, he took two flights and crossed an international border last night, Jesus, he's an idiot - and he can tell it's at least past noon because there's English mixed into the French and Arabic.
It's Kevin curled against his back, lower pitch of his voice vibrating against Seth's bare skin; his French whispers and curls fluidly into a long single run that's peppered with a scattering of offhanded likely-rude Arabic that makes Sami giggle against Seth's shoulder.
Sami's French has always been something he himself mocks - yeah, they're gonna kick me out, je n'ai jamais appris l'accent aigu - but his Arabic is beautiful, all dips and rolls, and he laughs as Seth mumbles out a very shaky marhabaan while yawning and whacking Kevin in the chest.