“It’s worse when she teaches Italian. She has a couple of students who come here once a week for two-hours lessons. She used to have more, but they were terrified and left. The two who stayed are speaking almost fluently, so now she’s convinced that terror is the most effective teaching tool.”
“Your sister is scary.”
“Not really, you just need to get to know her,” said Felicia with a soft smile Gilbert was beginning to recognize as the “family smile”.
“She traumatized a bunch of people,” Gilbert pointed out in his most matter-of-fact voice.
“She just looked at them like she thought they were stupid. I grew up with that look and I’m fine.”
Gilbert shook his head, incredulous.
“Social services, now. You need them.” Felicia laughed and patted his shoulder.
“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think? Anyway, you weren’t here, you wouldn’t know. Now let’s go, she’ll kill us if we don’t get there soon.”
“Great way to convince me she’s not that bad.”
“Don’t forget your wallet, we’re not paying for your things,” she said as she went to her room to get a purse. “Wait a minute, okay? I can’t go shopping with a backpack, where’s the style in that?”
Gilbert grabbed his wallet, looked at himself in the mirror and made sure he looked good. He was satisfied with what he saw: young man in dark jeans, wearing a grey t-shirt and a black jacket. He grinned before heading for the door, looking completely determined. He’d get the truth from Lovina, and the score would be 2-1 in his favor.
Clearly, he never learnt that the point of competitions is to have fun, not winning.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Sorry for the fail of a chapter, but I'll be very busy this week and I just wanted to leave you something, so you'd know I'm still here. Also, the shopping trip turned out longer than I expected. Especial thanks to the fourth anon who left a comment in the previous chapter for letting me use their description of coffee from South Italy. I tried to get an idea of how it was and spent a few hours making coffee. My friends didn't appreciate the hyperactive result XD As always, thanks for your comments. Any suggestions are welcome. Also, if you have some grammar/spelling corrections, please point them out, this will be de-anoned when it's over so I can fix my mistakes. My mom thanks the third anon who left a comment in the previous chapter for calling her awesome. Don't worry, she hasn't found the kink meme, I just told her about the comment because I thought it'd make her smile. It did.
Flamenco, Tango y Tarantella (4e/?) + Author's notes
“Your sister is scary.”
“Not really, you just need to get to know her,” said Felicia with a soft smile Gilbert was beginning to recognize as the “family smile”.
“She traumatized a bunch of people,” Gilbert pointed out in his most matter-of-fact voice.
“She just looked at them like she thought they were stupid. I grew up with that look and I’m fine.”
Gilbert shook his head, incredulous.
“Social services, now. You need them.”
Felicia laughed and patted his shoulder.
“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think? Anyway, you weren’t here, you wouldn’t know. Now let’s go, she’ll kill us if we don’t get there soon.”
“Great way to convince me she’s not that bad.”
“Don’t forget your wallet, we’re not paying for your things,” she said as she went to her room to get a purse. “Wait a minute, okay? I can’t go shopping with a backpack, where’s the style in that?”
Gilbert grabbed his wallet, looked at himself in the mirror and made sure he looked good. He was satisfied with what he saw: young man in dark jeans, wearing a grey t-shirt and a black jacket. He grinned before heading for the door, looking completely determined. He’d get the truth from Lovina, and the score would be 2-1 in his favor.
Clearly, he never learnt that the point of competitions is to have fun, not winning.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Sorry for the fail of a chapter, but I'll be very busy this week and I just wanted to leave you something, so you'd know I'm still here. Also, the shopping trip turned out longer than I expected.
Especial thanks to the fourth anon who left a comment in the previous chapter for letting me use their description of coffee from South Italy. I tried to get an idea of how it was and spent a few hours making coffee. My friends didn't appreciate the hyperactive result XD
As always, thanks for your comments. Any suggestions are welcome. Also, if you have some grammar/spelling corrections, please point them out, this will be de-anoned when it's over so I can fix my mistakes.
My mom thanks the third anon who left a comment in the previous chapter for calling her awesome. Don't worry, she hasn't found the kink meme, I just told her about the comment because I thought it'd make her smile. It did.