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what am i even doing. these two redefine "a bundle of sticks", mang.
"Non. That's another point."
Balfour turned the card in hand over, as if the back of it might reveal something; it was as blank then as it had been before, and he kept fussed with it like it had been one of his gloves, not minding that it might wrinkle. Of the five words listed, he'd been familiar with every one but the last. The three wrong guess and sub-sequential three points he'd lost to that word turned into three buttons carefully undone at Thom's hand.
"Je ne sais pas," Balfour confessed after a stretch of time, at a loss. While he did not want to give up so easily, he was sure to make a fool of himself blindly guessing made-up words were he to continue. "I honestly can not recall ever having seen this word before."
Thom smiled at the admittance, reaching out once more, but instead of doing away with another button, he hooked a finger under his collar and tugged. He'd not the strength to forcibly pull Balfour across the stretch of bed, but he didn't meet enough resistance with the action to worry about struggling when he encouraged him forward for a kiss. He'd not earned it, according to the rules of their studying, because he'd not been able to clear through the flash card in its entirety, though Balfour believed it would do no harm to wait in telling Thom as much.
"You shouldn't be expected to know it," Thom revealed, after a breath, before Balfour could get a word out edgeways. "It's an irregular verb that I learned from my earlier studies."
"You used an underhanded tactic to be sure I got an answer wrong," he rightly accused, eyebrows raised high. He almost wished he hadn't dropped the card during the kiss, suddenly itching for something to wring at.
Thom gave a guiltless smile, "I felt your clothes were too done-up. Without an intervention, you might not answer incorrectly even once."
For as much as Balfour didn't mind those intentions, the next week he snuck the name of a fruit into their studies and tried to have the professor conjugate that; Thom was nearly stripped bare before he gave in, stubborn as he was. After that Balfour understood fully why it might sometimes be acceptable to cheat at these sessions.
"Non. That's another point."
Balfour turned the card in hand over, as if the back of it might reveal something; it was as blank then as it had been before, and he kept fussed with it like it had been one of his gloves, not minding that it might wrinkle. Of the five words listed, he'd been familiar with every one but the last. The three wrong guess and sub-sequential three points he'd lost to that word turned into three buttons carefully undone at Thom's hand.
"Je ne sais pas," Balfour confessed after a stretch of time, at a loss. While he did not want to give up so easily, he was sure to make a fool of himself blindly guessing made-up words were he to continue. "I honestly can not recall ever having seen this word before."
Thom smiled at the admittance, reaching out once more, but instead of doing away with another button, he hooked a finger under his collar and tugged. He'd not the strength to forcibly pull Balfour across the stretch of bed, but he didn't meet enough resistance with the action to worry about struggling when he encouraged him forward for a kiss. He'd not earned it, according to the rules of their studying, because he'd not been able to clear through the flash card in its entirety, though Balfour believed it would do no harm to wait in telling Thom as much.
"You shouldn't be expected to know it," Thom revealed, after a breath, before Balfour could get a word out edgeways. "It's an irregular verb that I learned from my earlier studies."
"You used an underhanded tactic to be sure I got an answer wrong," he rightly accused, eyebrows raised high. He almost wished he hadn't dropped the card during the kiss, suddenly itching for something to wring at.
Thom gave a guiltless smile, "I felt your clothes were too done-up. Without an intervention, you might not answer incorrectly even once."
For as much as Balfour didn't mind those intentions, the next week he snuck the name of a fruit into their studies and tried to have the professor conjugate that; Thom was nearly stripped bare before he gave in, stubborn as he was. After that Balfour understood fully why it might sometimes be acceptable to cheat at these sessions.