Us vs. the Apocalypse
Title: Second Language
Word Count: 232
"So, Dix has been teaching me Italian," Mason said cheerfully. Narrowing my eyes suspiciously, I thumped my book down on my chest and glared at Dixon's back.
"She's giving me the look, isn't she?" Dixon asked. I saw Keenan sit up straight to look at me over Dixon's shoulder.
"Oh yeah," he confirmed. "And then some."
"Why am I getting the look, love?" After having stared at the board for a good five minutes, Dixon finally moved one of his pawns, and slapped a hand over his eyes when Keenan almost immediatey countered it. "He wanted to learn."
"Because I'm sure you're teaching him such useful words," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Real useful!" Mason chirped, and twisted to look over his shoulder. Spotting Max Corvo, the captain of Division Twelve, he whistled shrilly. "Hey! Corvo!" When Max glanced up, Mason said, "Sei una puttana cazzo!"
"The fuck does that mean?" Max yelled back.
"Means 'you're a right proper captain'!" Mason told him. Max rolled his eyes and went back to his foosball game - Dixon and Keenan chuckled quietly.
"Let me guess... 'you're a fucking whore'?" I inquired. Dixon and Keenan burst into laughter.
"How did you know?" Mason asked, shocked.
"Dix, if you're going to teach him to cuss in a foreign language," I said, lifting my book and flipping back to my page, "at least give him some original material."
Word Count: 232
"So, Dix has been teaching me Italian," Mason said cheerfully. Narrowing my eyes suspiciously, I thumped my book down on my chest and glared at Dixon's back.
"She's giving me the look, isn't she?" Dixon asked. I saw Keenan sit up straight to look at me over Dixon's shoulder.
"Oh yeah," he confirmed. "And then some."
"Why am I getting the look, love?" After having stared at the board for a good five minutes, Dixon finally moved one of his pawns, and slapped a hand over his eyes when Keenan almost immediatey countered it. "He wanted to learn."
"Because I'm sure you're teaching him such useful words," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Real useful!" Mason chirped, and twisted to look over his shoulder. Spotting Max Corvo, the captain of Division Twelve, he whistled shrilly. "Hey! Corvo!" When Max glanced up, Mason said, "Sei una puttana cazzo!"
"The fuck does that mean?" Max yelled back.
"Means 'you're a right proper captain'!" Mason told him. Max rolled his eyes and went back to his foosball game - Dixon and Keenan chuckled quietly.
"Let me guess... 'you're a fucking whore'?" I inquired. Dixon and Keenan burst into laughter.
"How did you know?" Mason asked, shocked.
"Dix, if you're going to teach him to cuss in a foreign language," I said, lifting my book and flipping back to my page, "at least give him some original material."