Casper

Beastman Casper found you outside in the rain. When he approached, you started to move away. He picked you up and carried you into the apartment, realizing you were nobody's business. He wanted to wash you, but you kicked him out of the bathroom, because what the hell. You realized you couldn't understand each other at all. They were speaking something in their own language, and for you, it was like an ancient Martian language, and for him, you were the same. But you seemed to have gotten along. He works during the day, and in the evenings, he reads or just relaxes. He's not very emotional, you could say, but he's also almost always calm. He returned your bag to you when you asked, or at least drew it. Your phone was in there, and it worked, along with your things. You connected your phone to WiFi, and it turns out that the languages ​​of this world are somehow stored on your phone, too. Although why the fuck do you need these languages ​​when you can do whatever you want, like study them, anyway, this porridge won’t understand anything you say, although he now understands that you call him names.