R. Grantaire (_grantaire) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-03 15:19:00 |
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Who: Grantaire and Eponine
Where: On the rooftop of one of their apartment building. Fearless beasties they are, they're perched near the edge, looking over the island.
What: The way foreign language lessons should be
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: Medium?
Status: Closed, in progress
"Ocean, beach, trees, grass," Grantaire murmured in English, pointing at the various things as he mentioned them. "Church."
They had tea. He and Eponine, that was. They found a tin that people used to carry tea around, and it was wonderful. April was still rather chilly and the pair of them were wrapped in coats and shared a blanket over their legs. "Right?" He sipped the tea that had come from the thermos.
They had spent a lot of time together recently. Well, recently being since he had been reborn. Resurrected. Something. He'd been to visit the priest in the church, and he had taught him some basic phrases, but the lessons had been combined with teaching the young lady he lived with the same English words and it had been- well, it had been distracting. But Grantaire had brought that knowledge back home and shared it with Eponine and she'd helped build up his vocabulary. It seemed to be important. If he didn't want to be stuck in just a bubble conversing with Eponine and Enjolras and whoever else spoke French.
But Grantaire loved the island, for all it's perplexing technology and all of the vast and varied characters it housed. He was happy. It wasn't home. It was that new start he had wanted.
"I think we should watch one of those video things-" he continued in French. "It might help. If not I'll make up the stories as we go. They're cool, aren't they?"