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.
( at least Alfred has the 'no hablo' down pat )
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.
( at least Alfred has the 'no hablo' down pat )
She had work at four that very same day and these tutoring sessions, especially the first tutoring session, were not supposed to last longer than one hour. Granted, she was fine with staying a few minutes longer or even scheduling an extra session later on in the week if the student needed it. However, again, the university wasn't more than a week in so the workload for Spanish I shouldn't have been all that heavy - even for a non-native Speaker such as the blond idiota in font of her.
"Alfred," Emi started slowly, rubbing her temples. "Compared to Spanish, English makes less sense if you really bothered to study it," she finished dryly as she pushed a blank sheet of paper towards him.
"And, really, from what I was told, your class should really only be focusing on the alphabet and simple, elementary level vocabulary." Seriously, how hard was it to understand that gato meant cat and that amarillo meant yellow? "You really won't get too deep into grammar until Spanish II, so I really don't know why you're so stressed out," Emi muttered.
"Now, please, for the love of God, at least write down the alphabet for me on that piece of paper."
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That was mostly because Emi had spent the first hour of their lesson making him repeat them a thousand times over. Now there just the dull rhythm in his head. He shoved the paper back at her. "Theeeeeeeeeeeeere," he groaned, flailing on the table, looking like a noodle, "Doneee."
His blue eyes peeked up from his arms. "So?"
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"Right, so, quick practice with greeting someone formally and introducing yourself in Spanish and then we're done for the day."
Pausing, Emi straightened slightly as she offered Alfred a small (and hopefully not strained) smile. "Hola, me llamo Emiliana Guadalupe de León. ¿Cómo se llama usted?"
(OOC: ffff- here's some help if you need it, bb~)
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His mind took a moment to dissect what she has sad before he opened his mouth, frowning, the expression a little dopey. "M-Me llamo Alfred," he said, face scrunching a little as he tried to remember, "Mucho gusto en conocer-...le?"
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Taking a quick glance towards the wall clock behind Alfred's head, Emi fought back a scowl before she focused her attention on the blond once more. "We can pick this up again next week unless..." She paused, not wanting to go on. "Unless you have any other questions?"
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I. I-van. Ivan.
"Emi," he said suddenly, blinking at her, "Jared- you... When you, y'know... Does Loto every get angry? O-Or Luci if you're at your place?"
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"How do you know Loto-?" Her brow furrowed slightly. "No, I don't think I've ever seen him angry. Or Luci, really. They're both usually sweet to me." However, at the mention of Jared's name, she paused once more before asking, "And what about Jared?"
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He shrugged. "I dragged him into the apartment to watch the X-Files once."
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"Jared and you are together and I was just thinking that Loto must not sleep or something because you'd be a loud lover so he must have sex-muffs or something to block our the noise OR he's just naive enough to think that all the groans and moans are the house shifting or something."
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Wait.
What.
WHAT.
WHAT?!
Face flushing a dark red and eyes widening, Emi could only stare, stunned and embarrassed, at the tall blond in front of her. Did he just-? About that-? With Jared-? REALLY?
The overall shock, it seemed, had rendered the poor woman speechless as she struggled to find the right words to answer (or, rather, not answer) Alfred's question. There was always the option of causing a scene inside the library, but that probably wouldn't end well. At all. At least...at least they were currently in a secluded area of an almost empty third floor.
Cheeks still stained pink, Emi tightened the grip on her bag. "I...Alfred, what?" She finally hissed, flinching slightly at how embarrassingly squeaky her voice came out. "We...I...Loto wasn't there when we...did you just call me a screamer?" Emi asked bluntly, voice dropping to an annoyed whisper even though there was no one around.
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Still leaving the question 'Can blind people even have sex?' out of his mind for now, he pressed on. "I dunno, Loto just seemed... Like the kinda guy to not listen and I dunno, I was watching the X-Files with him and it got me thinking with all the UST between Mulder and Scully and I figured that Scully wouldn't be much of a yeller since she's not scared of, like, anything because she's goddamn Scully."
A deep breath. "ANYWAY, then I was trying to figure you out because I mean, Jared's an old friend and he seemed like the kinda bad boy that all the girls go for but is really awkward in bed, does his hair get in the way? never mind, so anyway I was like 'oh Emi is a totally strong female type' but at the same time I can see you kinda getting wobbly-kneed over Jared and his badboy habits so that made me think that maybe you were both really awkward in bed but that doesn't make sense."
He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I guess what I'm really trying to figure out, is that if Jared's good in bed or are you just a sucker for badboys? And screamer is such a gross turn you should be ashamed. Some people are just loud in bed."
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But, judging from the burning heat she felt on her face, it was probably, probably, pretty bad.
Listening to Alfred ramble on, Emi briefly contemplated the consequences of punching one of her "students" in the stomach. Or, say, kicking said student in the crotch. Whichever reflex occurred first, really. She could always claim sexual harassment. Because, technically, asking about her love life and making her feel uncomfortable was sexual harassment, no? Right.
However, at the inquiry over whether Jared was good in bed or not, Emi made a stifled noise of embarrassment as she finally lashed out.
Fist colliding into the blond's stomach, Emi scowled even as that flustered look in her face had yet to leave. "W-What the fuck, Alfred!" She gestured wildly to the now injured blond. "You think that's "gross"? Are you even listening to yourself right now?!" She paused, face flushing further as she shot the blond a dirty look. "I'm not a "sucker for bad boys" and Jared is not horrible in bed," Emi responded, lowering her wavering voice once more.
(OOC: You have no idea how badly I wanted to laugh during work when I read your response. OH GOD. WHY YOU DO THIS, BRODIE? v/////v)
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He rubbed his abs, feeling them flexing painfully under his hands. How the hell did she not break her fist or something!? "E-Emi shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" he was quick to make placating gestures with his hands, glad she was hushing. "Okayokayokayokay, he's great in bed, I believe you! Though I'm sure he peters out near the end being old and everything but seriously! You must like badboys, that's just... you! And if not what else can I classifying Jared as? You fall for half-blind disabled people? That doesn't sound very nice."
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"For the love of GOD, Alfred. He's thirty and I'm almost twenty-two, so he's not fucking old. And I don't like bad boys, damn it. Jesus Christ, I know the last guy I was with was a fucking douche but the guy I dated before that was..." She paused, not wanting to fall back into memories she more than wanted to forget. Shaking her head, she frowned, one hand on her hip as she glared up at the annoying blond. "I don't have a type. I just know that I can't be with obnoxious, loud-mouthed idiots. And not very nice? You're the one that just labeled Jared that."
Pendejo.
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Thirty minus twenty-two. Alfred stared as his brain ran through calculations, piecing things together. He had been ten when Jared was twenty... Emi was two years older than him. That made her twelve. Which meant when she was 18 and just in Jared's class... Jared was 26.
"Emi." Alfred's voice was suddenly serious as he took her shoulders, staring her straight in the eye. "Did Jared badtouch you?"
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