It's all Greek(ish) to me!
Who: Alfred and Emi
When: September 7th
Where: LU's library
What: Alfred is good at many things. One thing he is not good at is Spanish and his angry tutor is more than pleased to remind him of this fact.
They had entered hour 2 of their supposed 1-hour study session. Alfred was splayed out on a table, books and papers surrounding them, utterly spent. This, plus other classes (fuck Dewi and his theatre kids), on top of his new job and general shit that, was exhausting him.
And learning how to conjugate verbs in Spanish was not helping him tiredness. "Emiiiiii-" he whined, sitting up blearily, rubbing his eyes. He was actually planning on skipping out on said tutoring session and telling her that he was dealing with his apartment (yet another thing on his growing list of problems) but of course as fate would have it she ran directly into him and before he could even muster a complaint or excuse, he was sitting at a library table.
"I don't like this language," he told her, slumping into his chair, "It just doesn't make sense..." It really didn't. It was almost as if she was talking some kind of foreign language at him. Go figure.
When: September 7th
Where: LU's library
What: Alfred is good at many things. One thing he is not good at is Spanish and his angry tutor is more than pleased to remind him of this fact.
They had entered hour 2 of their supposed 1-hour study session. Alfred was splayed out on a table, books and papers surrounding them, utterly spent. This, plus other classes (fuck Dewi and his theatre kids), on top of his new job and general shit that, was exhausting him.
And learning how to conjugate verbs in Spanish was not helping him tiredness. "Emiiiiii-" he whined, sitting up blearily, rubbing his eyes. He was actually planning on skipping out on said tutoring session and telling her that he was dealing with his apartment (yet another thing on his growing list of problems) but of course as fate would have it she ran directly into him and before he could even muster a complaint or excuse, he was sitting at a library table.
"I don't like this language," he told her, slumping into his chair, "It just doesn't make sense..." It really didn't. It was almost as if she was talking some kind of foreign language at him. Go figure.