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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 17:50:05 GMT -5
I shrug a bit as she replies and stand up a bit to pull my phone out of the pocket of my swimming trunks and lean forward to set it on the coffee table, looking back and shaking my head. "No thanks." I reply, raising my eyebrows as Varla walked over to offer me the remote. "Uh, no, you can put it one whatever." I say, making a face and shaking my head. I didn't really watch that much tv, actually.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 17:59:18 GMT -5
I nod as he says he doesn't want anything and watch as he says he didn't want the remote. The TV was really only to keep Chelsea entertained when I didn't feel good. I turn it off and go to the laundry room, quickly changing into a tank top and a pair of shorts, pulling my hair up as I walked back to the living room and sat down next to Drew. "Uh, sorry I'm kind of socially awkward," I say as I look away to see the painting I needed hang that I brought with me from Firenze when I moved. Not many knew that I came from Florence, Italy but it was a great cultural history to me.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 18:03:36 GMT -5
I run a hand over my hair awkwardly and look up when she comes back to sit beside me, not in a tank top and a pair of shorts. I chuckle a bit as she spoke and I shrug. "Me, too, so I suppose we're.. screwed." I say, sticking out my tongue at Varla playfully, and I hope that I didn't say or do something wrong.. or make a fool out of myself like I usually did.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 18:12:50 GMT -5
I smile as he chuckles and shrug after he speaks though a giggle escapes me. "Well, in a way yes," I say before pulling my legs up beside me and looking around awkwardly. "Sorry to ask, but how long have you been in America?" I ask, looking at him with a small smile. It was nice to meet a foreigner like me and I knew how it was to be questioned about it all but I was curious.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 18:18:13 GMT -5
I shrug a bit, frowning as she corrected me and looking away. "About a year, and its fine.. you?" I reply, looking over at Varla curiously. "My family is still in France.. all of them." I add, looking down at my lap and picking at my nails. I missed them, I really did, but a life in America? I thought it was worth it, and I got to leave all my cheating exes behind, start fresh, though the memories haunted me, made me scared.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 18:25:03 GMT -5
I look as he speaks and frown after he tells me his family is still there. "Uh, about five years," I say, nodding after I think about it for a bit. "My family is still there, too. I left Firenze to come live with my aunt and I still miss my madre every now and then," I say, not catching how I started letting my accent free and speaking some Italian. I decide not to pester him about his reason for leaving home for America and hope that he wouldn't mind the young Italian I was coming free a bit.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 18:27:58 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows a bit a she told me that she'd been in America for around five years before she goes on to tell me about her family. "Do they know you have a baby?" I ask curiously, part of my hoping that Varla wouldn't get mad at me for my curiosity. I absently run a hand over my hair, looking over at her. I was eltting myself relax around her more, not be so on edge, so damn paranoid that something was going to happen and I'd have to run, cut all ties.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 18:38:40 GMT -5
I look up when he asks if they knew about Chelsea and nod before biting my lip. "They don't really approve of her being partially American but they still love her as if she were Italian," I say shrugging before smiling at him. "What's it like in France?" I ask, hoping I wouldn't be digging to deep. I mean, I hated when people asked me about Firenze but I still answered what they wanted to know.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 18:41:26 GMT -5
I nod a bit as she replied and I look down. I knew how it was- why would you go for anything less than what was from your home country? I chuckle at her question, shrugging. "I lived in Paris, so it was really crowded.. and all the night lights, I'd been to the top of the Eiffel Tower alot.. it was beautiful." I sigh, letting my French accent come out more than I usually did- especially on 'Paris' and 'Effiel Tower'. "But, uhm, what about Firenze? Describe it to me, the buildings, the people." I say, smiling over at Varla softly.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 18:51:44 GMT -5
I smile as he speaks and enjoy just listening to his accent and such. He describes it and I can't help but smile more. "Firenze. Most people know it as Florence. Home of the renissance, really and it's very much so there," I say with a smile as I think of home. I relax slightly and just begin noticing how much my accent had come out but I mentally shrug it off. "The people are nice though it is said that Italian's have a temper. We don't really welcome Americans nicely I guess. Too afraid of Firenze just becoming another place. It's beautiful, like Verona and Venezia. Uh, Venice, sorry," I say with a smile before giggling.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 19:00:21 GMT -5
I nod as she goes on, listening intently. Her accent was nice, too, and it just made me feel even more comfortable around her. "It sounds lovely." I say, nodding and grinning over at her. "Are there alot of cafes and such? Paris had millions of little shoppes." I say, chuckling and shrugging a bit.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 19:04:46 GMT -5
I smile as he says it sounded lovely and wish that he could see it personally. He asks about the shops and I bite my lip. "Not many shoppes but there was an outdoor market in Firenze," I say with a smile before giggling. "I think it was in Padua that I saw the most shoppes ever," I say with a giggle before shaking my head and smiling at him. "It's nice to finally talk to someone who knows what it's like just moving away from your home," I say with a smile as I look at him. It was great to finally speak with my accent again.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 19:09:53 GMT -5
I run a hand over my hair as she goes on and I nod a bit, a grin still on my face. It had been forever since I'd been able to talk with my full accent without women either fawning over it or being made fun of for it. "Convenu." I reply, chuckling and nodding, not even noticing that I'd switched to french for a moment. "I think you'd like France, especially Paris.. I think I have pictures.." I murmur before reaching for my phone. "I need to go visit soon." I add, shrugging as I flipped through my pictures.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 19:14:59 GMT -5
I smile as he still had a grin on his face. I knew some French so him speaking it didn't bother me like some thought it would. A giggle escapes me as he says I'd like France and I dig out my phone to pull up a few pictures from Firenze. A blush crosses my face as he says he needed to visit soon and I look up at him with a slight smile. "We could go together. To Paris and then Firenze," I say before resting my phone on my lap as I looked away. I never would suggest such a thing with a normal person but I hadn't been to Firenze in forever so it seemed good.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 19:19:24 GMT -5
I finally find the ones I'd taken on my last visit and hold my phone out to her. I had ones I'd taken from the top of the Eiffel Tower, ones of it all lit up, pictures of the shoppes, and one of me and some of my family members- my sisters and my brother. A blsuh crosses my face and I look away for a moment at Varla's suggestion. "I think that'd be.. nice." I reply, nodding and looking up at her face, away from my phone.
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