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Post by ana czarnowska on Apr 6, 2011 22:59:32 GMT
"Of course!" Ana exclaimed when Andy commented that Kaspar was going to have amazing language skills. "What's the point in having a child if you can't give them your mad skills? He'd be pretty boring if he only spoke one language..." Ana often wondered how she'd cope if Kaspar only spoke English or Polish alone. She jumped between languages so often that it would be odd to have to speak just one. "Actually, that sounds kind of harsh to say he'd be boring, wouldn't? He would be too... Average. Yes, that word works better." Ana beamed about thinking of a new word that didn't make her sound so mean. She blushed a little when Andy told her she sounded local except for her accent. "Really? I didn't know I was that good at English. Thanks," Ana finished with a smile so it would look like she couldn't accept a compliment. "French? That's one of your mandatory subjects in school, isn't it? You must have been a great student to come away with knowing one question," she joked, taking a draw of her cigarette. "It'll be hard to text me without my number, unless you're suddenly psychic," Ana replied with a smirk. She pulled her mobile out of her pocket and punched a few buttons until she got onto the screen for adding a new contact. She handed the phone over to Andy, "Here, put your number in and I'll phone and hang up so you have mine." Ana felt all proud of herself for taking the modern route of sharing numbers rather than her usual method of jotting down her number on a scrap of paper. She let out a laugh when Andy explained why he had rolled down a hill naked. "If it's that easy to make you do stupid shit then our night of drinking shall be amusing."Ana looked at Andy quietly for a second, blinking a couple of times before she smiled again, "I've never seen someone get so excited about getting a cigarette before. I daresay you're one of the oddest souls I've ever met." Normally Ana would have guessed telling a person that would be taken as an insult, but judging by Andy's personality she was fairly certain he'd take it as a compliment. "So what made you want to take such an... Austere career path?" Ana wasn't sure if she had used the correct word to describe Andy's job choice, but at least she could blame her non-existent language barrier for choosing the wrong word. "You could stop by the office, but I wouldn't advice it unless you enjoy having the life drained out of you. And the other assistants would probably be cheek pinchers with you. Face and ass." Ana's workmates were terrible when there was a young male in the office. There had been a delivery man in one day to drop off some office supplies and she was sure by the time he left he was going to have a bruised bum and permenantly red cheeks. word count 504 outfit ana & kaspar
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Post by andy mclaughlin on Apr 7, 2011 17:43:29 GMT
Andy leant back happily in his bench and listened to Ana’s soothing voice as she talked about her son. He laughed out loud when she said her son would be boring if he wasn’t bi-lingual and then laughed again when she backtracked to fix it. “Ah, dear.” He muttered in a sleepy voice as she eventually decided that he son would be ‘average.’ He smirked at her when she made a comment about how he must have been a great student and then a spluttered laugh escaped his lips almost unintentionally, “Well, yes. I am a horrible student.” He admitted and then looked around him as if he might get into trouble, “I learnt my question from a song as well.” He assumed that she’d be able to guess what song and thus what question he was talking about.
A smirk appeared on Andy’s lips when she accused him of being a psychic, he nodded his head as if she was right, he was a psychic. He typed in his number wrong three times and then eventually got it. “There.” He muttered with a smile. He laughed at the glee she seemed to obtain from the idea of his suggestibility and he took a draw of his cigarette, “What’s the point in getting really drunk if you are unwilling to do something stupid?” He demanded, holding his hands out palms up as if he was offering this question up to a higher power.
Andy shrugged his shoulders and then laughed at her declaration that he was one of the strangest people she’d ever met, “Then you’ve led a sheltered life.” He told her with a smirk. He laughed louder when she described his choice of career as ‘austere.’ “I get to act like a teenager for the rest of my life.” He replied with a shrug and then laughed, “I don’t have to get angry much ‘cause I win people with my charm.” He took two quick draws of his cigarette and then blew the smoke out of his nose. He looked about him and then back at her when she described her office. “Sounds like a porno.” He commented wryly and watched her face for a reaction that he hoped would be priceless.
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Post by ana czarnowska on Apr 7, 2011 23:58:23 GMT
"I'm intrigued to ask if that question has come in handy for you over the years, but somehow I don't think that would be proper conversation for a public place," she told him with a laugh. Ana couldn't say she was surprised that the one question Andy knew was the famous line from Moulin Rouge; the same craze had hit her school when the French students got to watch the film, but it spread like wildfire and couldn't contain itself in the French classrooms for that long. "I have to say, you're probably among the most cliche French speakers I've ever heard. It's like people learning German who can only say 'sprechen sie Deutsch'." Ana had said it in a light hearted way, but given her nerdy-ness for languages that had come across so far in the conversation she probably seem like a language nazi instead. She smiled to try and lighten her tone. "Have you ever been to France?" She asked with a drag of her cigarette. Ana took the phone back from him and saved the name and number before sliding the screen down and returning it to her pocket. "Excellent. I'll text you later so you can get the number." She would have done it there but she wasn't sure if he had his phone, and even if she was calling him she still felt like she was being slightly rude by using her phone. "That is the most wonderful attitude to drinking I've ever heard." Ana said in a tone that was a mixture of joking and sincere awe. She hadn't taken that approach for many a year. "You should be the patron saint of drinking, Andy," Ana decided with a laugh. "I'd reason more that I haven't been exposed to much of the Northern Irish mentality yet," Ana replied. She had noticed a definite difference between the way Polish people acted and the way Northern Irish people acted, which was probably a totally natural thing but for her it was a bit of a culture shock at times. Like Andy's laid back response to Kaspar running at him; back home she would have gotten dirty looks galore. "Pretty good perspective of it actually. I think you've just made me jealous of your future career," she joked. She took a draw of her cigarette before Andy spoke his thoughts about her office, and she was sure if it had of been a drink instead of a cigarette she'd be doing to equivalent of a spit take given the laugh she let out. "I never thought of it that way. Oh God, I'm not going to be able to look at them in the same way again!" She shook her head and covered it with her hands in despair, then pulled her hands away and chuckled again. word count 467 outfit ana & kaspar
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Post by andy mclaughlin on Apr 9, 2011 11:33:16 GMT
Andy laughed out loud when Ana suggested that his French question would be unsuitable for a public place and he nodded his head enthusiastically because he knew that she was right, “I’ve never been to France, but it goes down well at The Ivy.” He informed her, he loved to put on a French accent and talk to strangers in bars. He smiled when she spoke in German; her pronunciation was so exact even though she was just saying it in passing. “You make a convincing German.” He informed her with a smile and took a draw of his cigarette, squinting at her in the sun and then looking over at her son who was still amusing himself in the distance.
The idea of being the patron saint of drinking made Andy happy, it seemed so appropriate, so relevant to his existence that he couldn’t help but heartily agree, “I would be an excellent patron saint.” He agreed with her arrogantly and looked about him at the shops surrounding the square. If only he had money, he would punch someone in the face for a bottle of Coke and a packet of crisps.
Andy laughed out loud when she admitted that she was jealous of his future career and cocked his head to the side rather arrogantly, knowing that he had made a good decision and that someday, everyone would wish they made the same one. “You should come down to the Warehouse and do a course.” He suggested to her, knowing that Corey and the other leaders at the Warehouse would be thrilled to have another prospective youth worker at the same time. He laughed loudly at her reaction to his comment about her office and then smiled at her, “I have a gift for changing people’s perspective.” He told her with a shrug and then laughed again. He took a draw of his cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs for no less than fifteen seconds before he exhaled and watched tendrils of smoke escape his mouth.
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