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Spanish Lessons?
Dramatis Personae Anette and Pedro	2015-12-03 So is this what you've been up to all day? Spanish 101 lessons?
Location <BOM> The Spatters - Ascension Island
The colder weather has set in now, and this means that the cabin's fireplace has a roaring fire. Someone has gone through the effort of cutting and chopping wood, and a good pile of it sits nearby, ready to be fed into the hungry flames. The sun has set, and the curtains and blinds have all been drawn down. The smell of fresh coffee permeates the place. Before the fireplace is sprawled Pedro, dressed in only a pair of dark blue boxers. A mug of fresh coffee sits near him, while a plate of grapes is set closer. He is currently writing something on a pad of paper, the pencil scratching away quickly. His cursive handwriting is airy, with a few more curls here and there than really necessary, but done firmly so that it is quite legible. Coming in from outside, Anette is currently wearing one of her thicker coats with leather gloves and a scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, though she still appears to be quite chilled. Once the door behind her shuts, she begins idly unwrapping the scarf as she makes her way inside, spotting Pedro. She pauses a moment, as if debating whether she should approach him or not. Apparently she decides it's safe as she makes her way to an armchair neat the fireplace and plops down, not bothering to remove her coat. "Hey," is all she says, leaning back against the chair and closing her eyes as she begins to relax. Pedro turns to her when she speaks, and smiles brightly. "Hi Anette. How're you?" He offers up the pad of paper for her to take, several sheets have been written on. Upon inspection, it appears to be a list of common phrases in Spanish and their English translations. "For you. This whole... stupid zombie thing has impressed upon me the need to learn more languages. This is baby Spanish, but it will help you. I will teach you more." He sits up, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands. "Would you teach me German, please? I was scared being unable to speak with you properly, and I want to make sure that if... when there's a next time, you and I can talk to each other, and other people." Anette opens her eyes and looks over the pad of paper curiously. "I guess I can try. I mean...it took me ages to learn German and even then, I'm still terrible, but I can give it a shot." She gives a light shrug but grins. "For that same reason, I'd make a terrible teacher but if you really want to..." She settles back against the chair with a content sigh. "So is this what you've been up to all day? Spanish 101 lessons?" Pedro looks away a moment, and nods. "Yes. I was working out what you might need to know, and I've got more stuff to write still. I also dragged some driftwood from the beach, and cut and chopped it. That stuff is set up to dry, so we have some wood for a while." He looks back to her. "I also made you a few coldcut sandwiches, and there's a nice tin of baked beans. I didn't feel like going out anywhere so." He shrugs and grins. "You're not a bad roommate," Anette says with a grin. "I've just been flying around the mainland, catching up on news. People dying, zombies everywhere, complete chaos, same old." She begins to shimmy out of her coat, peeling the gloves off and shoving those in the pockets. "Remind me, I need to loot a liquor store. My stash is running low." She nods along as Pedro describes that evening's menu. "Is there even anywhere to go out to?" Pedro smiles at being praised and nods. "Yeah, that was the situation the last time I visited the city, pretty much. And most of the liquor stores I've seen have long since been smashed and looted. I've not checked the fancier parts of New York though. You might want to try Chinatown, don't speak English there though, they will kill you. But you should be able to pantomime enough to get some liquor. Bring some food or something to trade. Or money, they probably still take it. I can look for some alcohol for you, in my travels, too." He lets out a breath and looks away. "I am trying to be a good room mate. Uhm. I was wondering if you'd uh like some company tonight, in your bed. Or mine." "I can ask around, there's bound to be something somewhere," Anette says. As Pedro begins rattling off possible ways of gathering goods, Anette can't help but grin though she does try to tone it down. "Relax, I appreciate it but uh...I'll be fine," she says, trying very hard not to laugh at his eagerness, no matter how amusing she finds it. His offer for 'company' pushes it though and her grin slowly stretches wide despite her best efforts. "When the apocalypse is over, I'm definitely taking you to a bar or club so I can teach you to flirt." Pedro nods slowly. "Sorry. Kind of .. new at that sort of thing. And I didn't want flirting to be confused with me having some feelings for you, you know? After you telling me off, si?" He shrugs and slowly stands. "Wasn't sure if I should be up front and blunt. Guess I should have been subtle instead." The young mutant's ears flatten to his head. "Learn something new every day." He stoops to pick up the plate full of grapes, moving to put them into the fridge. Anette shakes her head. "It's...it's just something you have to feel. Don't overthink it. Too subtle can be just as bad as too blunt. But in answer to your question...yes. As soon as I'm finished thawing." Which considering how comfortable she looks in that chair, might take some time. "Though I really do need to take you out to a bar. At least so you can meet some other girls. There's a disturbing shortage of us on the island." "You want something to eat?", he asks, "While I'm here. And there's fresh coffee too." He glances over at her then. "I could also pour you a drink from your liquor cabinet." The mutant pauses then to stretch, his wings going wide, and some pops and cracks can be heard. "You think they would let me into a bar? Heh. Or that women will actually like me? I mean, I'm not like, covered in puss or look disgusting or anything, but it is obvious that I am a mutant, and just what kind of mutant I am." "Coffee sounds great right now," Anette says. "And there are mutant friendly bars. Not many but enough. And you would be surprised how many girls would be interested. Especially with the wings." She looks towards Pedro and offers a playful wink. "Besides, you're cute in an innocent kinda way. With some coaching, you'll have no problem getting girls." "You like it black?", he asks, holding up a mug. The bat mutant nods to her and shrugs. "I am not usually a bar kind of guy. But you do make a good argument, IF the girls actually like me." He fills the mug, and sets the pot aside. "Hmm. So wings are something people like then?" Pedro holds up one of his and looks at it curiously. "I never knew. Well, I'll have to flaunt them a little more I guess." "Well, I'd say you're doing a very good job of it," Anette says, glancing over his paint job. "Oh, everyone's into something. And for some reason, wings do it for quite a few people." She nods at the question of black coffee and waits for Pedro to return. "I promise, you will have /no/ problem." Pedro grins and shrugs. "Well. Aside from getting laughed at, I think I like my paint job." The mug of coffee is offered to her, handle first. "And I accept your promise, because you know better than I." He smiles to her and settles down at her feet, his back against the arm of the chair. "I do like your wings, I think they look glorious when they are in motion." Now it's Anette's turn to grin. "Thank you. Other than being a pain to hide, I'm awfully fond of them myself." She takes the coffee and slowly sips at it. "You know, I'm...sorry about the other day. I just...never expected to see you looking like the sky and between the..." she waves her hand in the air, not really wanting to bring up what she means, "I wasn't thinking straight." A slightly pained look passes over Pedro's face, though it is quickly gone. "It's alright. I am sorry to have uh surprised you with my feelings also. And the paint... well, I thought why not, it looks cool. Guess not everyone thinks the same, and that's okay." He reaches out to gently rest a hand on her arm. "Look. I know that people get into drugs for a million different reasons. I am not judging you. You had your reasons. But. If you want to quit doing that stuff, I will help you. I would be a shoulder to lean on or cry on. I'll be your punching bag. I'll listen to you curse the world, or me, or whatever. I don't do this because I have a crush on you, or that I want you to have your way with me, I offer this because you are my friend, and you are a sister. We stick together, right? Help each other." He holds up his hands. "This is all I will say, I don't want to nag you, or lecture you. You've heard all of it before. The only time I will interfere or intervene is if you, or someone in the brotherhood, is in danger. Okay?" "Thanks," is all Anette says to Pedro's speech. The comments about quitting get her tensing up a bit but she doesn't respond, merely sitting quietly and letting Pedro finish. "I promise, nobody will be in danger. I care about the Brotherhood more than anything." She pauses a moment and glances towards the side in thought. "Well, more than most things anyway. Top five." Perhaps it's discomfort from the current conversation or maybe she's just ready but she suddenly stands up, smirking as she looks down at Pedro and holds out her finger, motioning him over. "My room this time?" Pedro blinks at her rather short answer, perhaps expecting something more explosive or lengthy in reply. "I do not mean to say you would do it intentionally. But, well, I will let it lie. Just. Be ca..." His ears perk up and he stands up to move to her side. "Twist my rubber arm, why don't you?" Apparently, Anette really doesn't want to discuss this any further because before she's made it to her door, she's turned around and once Pedro is within reach, her hands are on his waist to hold him in place, lips locked onto his in a hungry, passionate kiss.