"Mister George, you're the Japanese teacher right? How do you say I like you in Japanese?" Coraline asked, balancing a tray of glasses in one hand as she looked at him with big, wide curious eyes. It wasn't like she was going to say anything to her, she just wanted to know for... research. Right.
George looked up from his list, not sure at first that it was him who had been spoken to.
"No, no, that's Felix Unger," George replied. He'd only been taking Japanese a few semesters, and while he was close to as conversational in it as he would have liked, he was nowhere near fluent enough to teach anyone.
"But, it's Watashi wa anata o suki, I think. That should be it."
"Is he the really, really funny man?" Coraline asked wondering if she should ask him instead. Coraline placed the glasses down on his table noisily before taking a napkin and writing it down, she guessed at most of the spelling adding a few h's and y's where i's should be. "Thanks. It's not for me... it's for a friend who likes this person and wasn't sure if they wanted to tell them or how they should tell them properly. If you liked someone and you wanted to tell them, how would you do it?"
"He's the American with dark hair," George replied, not entirely sure that he'd call Felix a 'funny man,' but not sure that Coraline was entirely off of the mark either.
Still, even with how much Coraline seemed intent on hiding the fact that she was obviously trying to tell someone that she liked them- presumably some Japanese boy- George had caught on rather quickly.
"Is this person that your friend likes a boy?" he asked.
It had been happening slowly, at first, but as the due date approached, he'd tumbled into it with full force. With everything that had happened, a distraction was what he needed, and she couldn't help but find it a bit endearing.
Still, just last week, Nina had woken up one morning and thought: Bloody Christ, I'm going to be a mother. She'd been increasingly terrified ever since. It made for a strange sort of tension between them, with her still stubbornly trying to deny the inevitable, and him preparing down to the very last detail.
Sliding into the seat across from him with a sigh and a warm, if slightly frazzled, smile, she said, "With all your bloody lists, George, it's a wonder we're not all wading waste-deep in paper, by now."
"No, no," George said, looking up at Nina as she sat down across from him, "The one thing we definitely need right now is to be organized. This... just makes short work of it."
It was the most simple of systems: add a thing to the list, do the thing and tick it off. Maybe he had accumulated a bit more rubbish than might have been necessary otherwise, but it was for a good cause.
"I'm fairly certain people have been having babies through the ages without your level of organization," she teased, one eye out for a waitress. She was hoping they had chips on the menu, that day.
She knew better-- She was a nurse, for chrissakes, but as long as she didn't go crazy with the salt, she'd be fine.
"Mmmaybe, but record keeping was extremely spotty back then, so no one can be completely sure," George replied, content to put up with the teasing for now. When the two of them were running round like chickens with their heads cut off in a month, she'd be glad he'd had the foresight to scrupulously plan ahead.
"Don't tell me you've come all the way down here just for lunch." he said,
Things were still a bit awkward and uncomfortable, not between her and George but just in general. It wasn't the sort of thing that people got over, not really, even if they said that they did. Annie was trying her best to get past it, to keep living her life, but every so often she wondered if she should have tried harder. If she should go to Mitchell and apologise and see if it could all be made right.
But it couldn't, not properly and there were other things to focus on. One of those things was the impending arrival of George and Nina's baby. That was a much happier subject and she was glad for it.
"Working hard?" she quipped with a smile as she moved through the Winchester to sit at George's table. "Or hardly working?"
"A bit of both, I think," George replied, looking up at Annie for a moment before an item to add to his list came to him, and he looked down to quickly scribble another line at the end of an already long list.
"Annie, do you think the clothes box will give out those little plastic things that you put over plug sockets?"
Pursing her lips as she considered it, she shook her head. It was a valid thing to wonder about and while the clothes box gave out all sorts of other odds things she didn't think it went that far. "I don't think so, but I've never tried. It might."
It was probably worth investigating though. Propping her chin up on her elbow she glanced down at the list he was working on. "If it doesn't, maybe someone can make something for them? Just to be safe?"
"Maybe," George said, and scribbled an addendum to that particular item in the margins of his list. Honestly, he was surprised that no one had thought of it yet. Though, plug socket protective covers were likely low priority when the threat of sudden dinosaur outbreak was something that could potentially happen.
"Though, I don't think there's any place to really request something like that, unfortunately."
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"No, no, that's Felix Unger," George replied. He'd only been taking Japanese a few semesters, and while he was close to as conversational in it as he would have liked, he was nowhere near fluent enough to teach anyone.
"But, it's Watashi wa anata o suki, I think. That should be it."
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Still, even with how much Coraline seemed intent on hiding the fact that she was obviously trying to tell someone that she liked them- presumably some Japanese boy- George had caught on rather quickly.
"Is this person that your friend likes a boy?" he asked.
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It had been happening slowly, at first, but as the due date approached, he'd tumbled into it with full force. With everything that had happened, a distraction was what he needed, and she couldn't help but find it a bit endearing.
Still, just last week, Nina had woken up one morning and thought: Bloody Christ, I'm going to be a mother. She'd been increasingly terrified ever since. It made for a strange sort of tension between them, with her still stubbornly trying to deny the inevitable, and him preparing down to the very last detail.
Sliding into the seat across from him with a sigh and a warm, if slightly frazzled, smile, she said, "With all your bloody lists, George, it's a wonder we're not all wading waste-deep in paper, by now."
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It was the most simple of systems: add a thing to the list, do the thing and tick it off. Maybe he had accumulated a bit more rubbish than might have been necessary otherwise, but it was for a good cause.
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She knew better-- She was a nurse, for chrissakes, but as long as she didn't go crazy with the salt, she'd be fine.
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"Don't tell me you've come all the way down here just for lunch." he said,
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But it couldn't, not properly and there were other things to focus on. One of those things was the impending arrival of George and Nina's baby. That was a much happier subject and she was glad for it.
"Working hard?" she quipped with a smile as she moved through the Winchester to sit at George's table. "Or hardly working?"
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"Annie, do you think the clothes box will give out those little plastic things that you put over plug sockets?"
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It was probably worth investigating though. Propping her chin up on her elbow she glanced down at the list he was working on. "If it doesn't, maybe someone can make something for them? Just to be safe?"
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"Though, I don't think there's any place to really request something like that, unfortunately."
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