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"Möchten du gerne etwas Hilfe mit denen", Ziel tried once more to repeat his offer with full English this time, after the girl lifted her eyebrow at his speech. Then the finger appeared in his vision, discomfited he glanced between the finger tip and the girl's face, Is that the same finger she poked me with? What is this gesture ? it has come back for revenge for me shaking it?. This usually was not a problem for people in Leichtenstein to understand him, the more he tried to talk to her, the further he spoke in Deutsch. When ever he became appeased by some one's personality or actions, Ziel would have an opposite reaction to peacefulness, and start speaking nervously in Duetsch.

Ziel disconcertingly stepped back as the girl's hands shot to her hips, she seemed very much like she was going to scold him, or get sassy on his arse. His eyes kept their assuaging shine, although he bit on his bottom lip for discommoding her, "Ich from Liechtenstein".
Ziel quickly slapped his lips with both his hands in embarrassment, he felt very sorry for incommoding her once more. Then he began laughing behind his fingers, as the girl wittingly acted out her English, "I do speak english, but this is cute to watch". "Ich spreche Englisch. Aber diese ist niedlich zu beobachten", Ziel tried to speak his thoughts, his eyes shut shamefully, "Entschuldigung! Ich bin versuchend, Englisch zu sprechen". The happiness in Ziel's eyes faded, his shy expression darkened, he hoped he didn't make her agitated.

Ziel smiled dishearteningly, his whole face had filled to redness by now, he kept his head indolently to the side away from Alashenee. He edged past her carefully through the door way, just trying to distract himself with the luggage, rather than speak another word. Ziel gulped and deferred a bit of his anxiousness with each short breath in the hall way, out of Alashenee's range of audibility, before he cleaned up the mess of luggage. Returning to Alashenee and the door way with all five bags in tow, Ziel's humiliated gaze adverted Alashenee's eyes as he walked by, hearing her giggles as she affirmed with Ziel about the numerals of her luggage count. "She really is silly. To think she finds something so simple as luggage to be giggle worthy. I can tell I am going to like getting along with this girl, if I can just speak English"

He placed the luggage down next a vacant seat, before he glanced at the girl he suspected was German. He missed out on witnessing Natascha's own moment of nervousness toward the language ordeals, but he did hear some tangible proof of German accent in her voice as she spoke english to, the fluent French speaking boy and the brown haired girl whom seemed plausibly friendly. Not that Ziel knew any better about Marie, other than his conjectures based on her demeanor and expressions. It was the German girl that struck Ziel's interests, but he turned his gaze from her lips, as Alashenee beckoned his attention. Ziel stopped by Alashenee and the door once again, his expression lightened with amity at the sight of Alashenee's beaming eyes. "Ich war only nur für eine Weile verschwunden./ I was only gone for a while.", Ziel smiled shyly, as he shook her hand, and giggled at the concept of greeting her again, "wie oft tun Amerikaner Hände schütteln/ how often do Americans shake hands?"