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"Why are there three different words for 'one'?" Logan asked, looking completely unimpressed as he glanced down at the small study guide Donald had written out for him. "Unus, una, unum? What the f-"
The end of his sentence was thankfully cut off as he took another bite of the meal they'd managed to put together. Or, rather, that Donald had managed to put together while Logan got in the way and complained about the lack of fruit roll-ups, a food product Donald seemed grateful to have missed out on.
It had started off innocently enough, at some point Logan had used the phrase 'carpe diem', and somehow two little words had snowballed into a conversation about Logan's unending abuse of the English language. In fact, the only thing odd about the conversation had been how it ended. It hadn't ended with a fight, or with Logan blowing the other man off with a wave of his hand or an obnoxious 'yeah, okay', but rather with Logan agreeing that learning Latin might not be; 'totally awful, or whatever'.
Donald sighed, putting his fork back down on a plate in exasperation, the clatter it made on the plate only highlighting the sound he made. "Tenses. Haven't we been through this already? Unlike English, Latin had masculine and feminine, as well as neuter. It's similar to French and Spanish in that way. English has taken on a teutonic approach, though even they have an indicator for neuter."
He smiled then, not unkindly, leaning in to brush away a piece of Logan's hair before grabbing a slice of strawberry from his plate. It was touching that Logan was trying. Donald was fairly sure that he'd made the effort only to appease him, but then, he wasn't quite sure. Not anymore. "We don't have to do this you realise."
"You don't think I can learn it?" Logan asked, instantly on the defence, even though he didn't have any reason to be. "I can learn it, okay? I just don't get how you can neuter a number."
He was struck suddenly with the image of those giant numbers on Sesame Street getting it on, and he pulled a face before shaking the thought off and turning his attention back to Donald.
"I just need a break," he decided, pushing the sheet away and focusing on the food instead. Licking the fruit juices from his fingertips, he rested one elbow on the kitchen table as he watched Donald eat. He even chewed differently than Logan. Like they were sitting in some over priced restaurant and not the compound kitchen. It was kind of fascinating, and Logan stared a little longer than he meant to before leaning over and swiping a strawberry from the other man's plate in return with a grin.
He stopped when he heard someone enter the room though, leaning back out of Donald's space and staring down at his plate as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He didn't even look up to see who it was.
(Logan and Donald in the kitchen. Open to all. Tagging order is your pup, Donald, and then Logan.)
The end of his sentence was thankfully cut off as he took another bite of the meal they'd managed to put together. Or, rather, that Donald had managed to put together while Logan got in the way and complained about the lack of fruit roll-ups, a food product Donald seemed grateful to have missed out on.
It had started off innocently enough, at some point Logan had used the phrase 'carpe diem', and somehow two little words had snowballed into a conversation about Logan's unending abuse of the English language. In fact, the only thing odd about the conversation had been how it ended. It hadn't ended with a fight, or with Logan blowing the other man off with a wave of his hand or an obnoxious 'yeah, okay', but rather with Logan agreeing that learning Latin might not be; 'totally awful, or whatever'.
Donald sighed, putting his fork back down on a plate in exasperation, the clatter it made on the plate only highlighting the sound he made. "Tenses. Haven't we been through this already? Unlike English, Latin had masculine and feminine, as well as neuter. It's similar to French and Spanish in that way. English has taken on a teutonic approach, though even they have an indicator for neuter."
He smiled then, not unkindly, leaning in to brush away a piece of Logan's hair before grabbing a slice of strawberry from his plate. It was touching that Logan was trying. Donald was fairly sure that he'd made the effort only to appease him, but then, he wasn't quite sure. Not anymore. "We don't have to do this you realise."
"You don't think I can learn it?" Logan asked, instantly on the defence, even though he didn't have any reason to be. "I can learn it, okay? I just don't get how you can neuter a number."
He was struck suddenly with the image of those giant numbers on Sesame Street getting it on, and he pulled a face before shaking the thought off and turning his attention back to Donald.
"I just need a break," he decided, pushing the sheet away and focusing on the food instead. Licking the fruit juices from his fingertips, he rested one elbow on the kitchen table as he watched Donald eat. He even chewed differently than Logan. Like they were sitting in some over priced restaurant and not the compound kitchen. It was kind of fascinating, and Logan stared a little longer than he meant to before leaning over and swiping a strawberry from the other man's plate in return with a grin.
He stopped when he heard someone enter the room though, leaning back out of Donald's space and staring down at his plate as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He didn't even look up to see who it was.
(Logan and Donald in the kitchen. Open to all. Tagging order is your pup, Donald, and then Logan.)