forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"What's so hard about it?" he asked, tilting his head.

"It's symbols and strange letters, and the grammar's wonky, and it's not a direct translation to and from English. Natives can easily translate, but I cannot. Italian, I can do. This shit? No." She sighed and slumped against the back of the chair. Her head was tilted back so she was looking up at Runner.

He frowned down at the paper, his nose upturned slightly. "Just looks like the Chenla font off of Google."

"Ha Ha. I'll have you know that this language is older than Earth is." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Runner fiddled with the collar of his shirt as he continued to frown down at it. It seemed so…..familiar. Like he'd used it before. Every symbol was foreign but familiar at the same time. "Hm."

She rolled her eyes. "It's not that ominous, geez. You look like you've seen a ghost." She sat back up and went back to writing. "At this point, I might just ask Callah or Drax to send them a private letter in English," she muttered to herself.

"No. It's just that I think I knew the language before," he said. "I guess I didn't get all of my memories back whenever I met mom again." He plopped down the the bed behind Tess, watching her write with intense interest.

She was silent for a bit, tongue poking out a little through her lips in concentration. She paid Runner no mind as she wrote, focusing on the foreign language instead of him. If this letter failed, she would just write it in English, then try to remember how to summon Drax.

He felt a bit awkward sitting in the room, to be honest. His feeling for Tess were becoming more conflicted by the minute, making it hard to even look over at her. The fact that he managed to squeak through a conversation was a miracle.

"Fuck this shit I'm switching to English," she suddenly hissed, crumpling up the paper once again and chucking it behind her. She grabbed yet another piece of paper and hastily wrote in English.

He pulled a face as it hit him directly on the forehead. "I'm not a trashcan, Tess."

"I'm not aiming, Princeling. It's not my fault you decided to come in here and hang with the bitchy dragon girl."

"Well most people don't expect to be bombarded with paper when they sit down with one of their friends," he said.

She perked her head up to look at him in surprise. "Oh, so I'm a friend now?" She sounded genuinely surprised.

"Seems like the entire universe is forcing us to be, so yeah," he said, an inkling of a smile turning the corners of his lips up.

She snorted and went back to writing. "Ah, so peer pressure. Not because of my natural charm and charisma."

"Or lack thereof," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh please. You wouldn't still be here if you truly thought that. And the universe can't force you to be friends with someone you already decided to hate. That's all up to you, buddy."

"Well, yes, both points are valid. But you gotta admit, you didn't make things particularly easy."

"Nothing's ever easy–learned that early in life. Probably too early, but can't change that now." She shrugged, shaking off those depressing thoughts.

"It's different when you're the one making things hard."

"And why should I make things easy?" She stopped writing to turn around in her chair and look at Runner with a raised brow.

"Under the circumstances, we won't have much time to waste," he said. "The more time we argued, the less time we had to prepare."

"I can still be a bitch while being productive," she pointed out. "Once again, we don't have to be best buddies to get this shit done and over with."

"So you don't wanna be friends?" he asked, tilting his head.