Life's my light and liberty and I shine when I wanna shine;

[emptytrousers]

Who | Kili and open!
What | Kili reacts in his usual way to things he doesn't like
Where | All over! Prompts are below.
When | Week 7, anytime after Monday afternoon but before Saturday.
Warnings | Descriptions of starvation and being stabbed probably! Will update if needed!

(Thread starters are in the comments below if you'd like something to work from!)

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[quiteliterally]

"Dwarves. Is that why..." He puts his hands behind his ears indicatively, then shrugs as they drop. That question is never getting finished - it's not polite. And now the point seems kind of moot when the self-proclaimed dwarf pulls out a muffin that was clearly loaded with preservatives. Still, it's his civic duty to try. "Rbst is a manmade growth hormone given to cows to make them produce more milk. And you don't-" Have the first clue of what I'm talking about.

Chris breathes out through his mouth and looks at Kili's writing on the back of the form. "Is this Dwarvish?" he asks brightly, knowing he should be educating this Tribute, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about that now. He even takes another cracker as he waits for the answer with a little nod of thanks. He would get this dwarf out of the games if it was his last bureaucratic action.

[emptytrousers]

Oh no Kili is quite alright with nodding along. Dwarven ears are much bigger than those belonging to humans, but almost everything is larger since they are in much more condensed forms. More burly, bigger ears, longer beards, square feet, those are the traits that typify his kind. He goes about munching on his muffin as he listens to the explanation and raises his eyebrows when Chris stops in the middle.

Still, the question about the script on the back is more than enough of a distraction for him.

With another nod and a half-filled mouth of muffin, " 's Cirth." The C is pronounced like a hard k, which of course results in a burst of muffin bits from the dwarf's mouth.

"We speak Khuzdûl," he continues before he pauses, to give a few sharp hand gestures. "... is Iglishmêk."

[quiteliterally]

"I would love to learn, it is the most beautiful language I have ever heard." He cants his head. "What does it say?"

[emptytrousers]

Kili keeps smiling along until Chris requests to learn and then his expression takes on an apologetic light.

"I can't," he shakes his head slowly. "It's a secret language, mostly. My uncle would have my head if he heard I'd taught a man Khuzdûl."

[quiteliterally]

"Oh, my. That's delightful. I completely understand." A beat. "But if you're the only ones who can read it..." Do you see the flaw in turning this in now, bud?

"Just give me a general idea of what you want to say. I'll translate into my own secret language called 'beaurocrat.' It's what everyone in this building speaks."