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Post by Amelia Rose on Oct 13, 2017 14:54:24 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ First off: this was not a date. Amelia kept reminding herself of that as she headed towards the restaurant where she was supposed to meet her teacher/student. No, this was not a date. This was a test. A test to see if the past few weeks of awkward meetings and french lessons would pay off. They were going to a french restaurant with one requirement: They could only speak french the moment they stepped through the doors. Paige had been the one to suggest it first. Though Amelia had already been considering it since it gave them a relatively safe environment to actually try this and be understood for mistakes, the little mouse had a sneaking suspicion that Paige’s reasoning for the putting wasn’t for entirely educational purposes. Or at least of the kind that were actually appropriate. Why must my sister be so invested in my love life? Still, it was a good idea. Not for a date, but for educational reasons. For the love of the gods, this was hard and weird enough already; Ami didn’t need to deal with her sister’s misunderstandings and meddling making it even worse. Even so Amelia showed up actually dressed fairly well. Meaning she was not hidden away within a large hoodie (as much as she wished she could be for the moment). She approached the doors of the restaurant (one of her favorites, admittedly) and only paused for a moment. Should she wait for Emiko out here before the teacher was forced to speak in another language? That would be the nice thing to do, certainly. Although… The little mouse couldn’t help but acknowledge how much the tables had turned. Now she was the one watching for mistakes. Her “classroom” was admittedly far more unorthodox, but still the parallel remained. It would be funny to see her professor be the one possibly floundering for once as well. Gods knew Amelia had done plenty of that this past couple of weeks. So with that in mind and a small, mischievous smile on her face, Amelia headed inside and talked with a worker at the front. She’d set up reservations for the two so they’d for sure have a spot, and arrived early just to make sure they’d get it without an issue. Now all she had to do was wait for her unfortunate playmate dinner guest. | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"]  [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini”]394 [attr="class","burstmini”]So it begins. And yes, that is what I named the thread. I had to, you don't understand. It had to be done |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Oct 20, 2017 3:14:58 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 /comboburst-1.png) [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"]Not a date. Nope. [attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]A stiletto heel would step from the taxi as Emiko finished paying the driver through the card system in the backseat's monitor system. "Have a good night." Em would say out of habit, sharing a grin with the gentleman as he wished her the same with the addition of a 'good luck'. She supposed the situation did give a heavy handed appearance of a date. Expensive French restaurant. Dressed to the nines as according to the dress code. It was a cute gesture that she didn't mind accepting. If anything she could use the luck for her French test.
It was drizzling by the time Em was making her way to the restaurant's double doors. A gentle Fall rain, nothing heavy enough to threaten styled hair or makeup. Which was good, she hadn't sported an umbrella that evening anyways. The rule her maîtresse had set for her resonated in her ears. French only from the moment one stepped foot into the establishment. And low and behold. The lightly pink hued hair could be seen through the large glass pane windows waiting for her inside. No warm up then. Diving right on in.
The professor's closet wasn't one with many loose fitting garments. There were no cutesy flowy dresses or skirts. No, they all seemed to follow the same basic structure of the pencil skirt she was so fond of. Close fitting. The type of clothing where one could keep up appearance but still kick ass if her Headmaster required it of the moment. The dress she wore currently was the most modest of her collection. It was a simple cocktail dress, long sleeves as always to cover up her tattoo, black. Very form fitting as was everything she owned, but at least skin was covered up to her collar bone.
Emiko was familiar with the location. She'd been there multiple times for wealthier dates and business purposes. Em would smile warmly to her language teacher before giving an appropriate greeting given the time of day. She would be lying if she didn't admit the young lady was adorable when formal.
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Post by Amelia Rose on Nov 2, 2017 16:46:11 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Amelia had, as intended, been the first to arrive. Which not only let her start the little “game,” but also check out the menu. It was almost tradition to try something new here when she was with her sisters. Though they had come enough that they’d pretty much tried everything on the menu so far. As she was looking and waiting for Emiko, the now familiar sound of stilettos approached her table. Ami looked up, and lo and behold there was the professor. Who was wearing…..let’s just not focus on that. It’s not a date. It’s a trial.So long as Amelia kept that in mind, she should be fine. Hopefully. So then: French from here on out. And so far, Emiko was doing well. Though the night had only just begun. Amelia smiled and nodded towards her. Somehow she felt slightly more confident given the current circumstance and setting. Slightly. ”<Good evening, professor. Glad you could make it.>” The younger woman greeted back. Their table was set off towards the side from the other patrons in the restaurant. Not isolated, but far away enough they shouldn’t be bothered too much by any other group coming in. Once Emiko took her seat, Amelia would set her menu down for the time being. ”<Our waiter for tonight is going to be Francois. He can speak french as well and is fairly good friends with my sisters and I.>” So much so that the trio often tried to purposefully get him to serve them whenever they happened into the restaurant. He’d slowly become something of an adopted brother of a sort. Or at least he felt more like a brother to Amelia that her actual brothers. ”<I also told him about tonight.>” The little mouse added, the faintest bit of a smirk on her face as she looked over at Emiko. ”<Just in case you misspeak.>” it had to be the setting and circumstance that was making the petite pinkeye feel more mischievous than usual. ”<Have you looked at the menu yet?>” She asked quickly, leaving practically no time for Emiko to respond to her little jab. Amber eyes instead went to the menu now, despite having looked over it numerous times already. ”<The food they have here is delicious.>” | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]378 [attr="class","burstmini"]For the sake of the French language, all text within <>'s will be considered spoken in french. |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Nov 3, 2017 23:00:34 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"]Bitch, please. [attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]Emiko would greet her instituteur with a slight bow as was custom in her home country. Following the etiquette-following motions the professor would put out her chair and correctly sit down. Ethean concepts of politeness and lady-like behavior had grown second nature to her over the years. Representatives of the University had to be, after all, the best society had to offer. Every motion was purposeful in an almost similar light as the traditional geishas back in Ikigai.
An exchange of smiles would follow as Em put on her listening ears. To her credit, she understood everything Ms Rose had spoken thus far. And oh, she caught that subtle jab. It could have been considered as harmless if it wasn't for the mischief that her grin just dripped of. That was how this evening was going to go, hm? If there was anything Emiko did well it was study. That had been a large overall percentage of her youth. She came prepared.
Yes, there would be moments that Ms Rose I'm sure would relish in with the minor accidentals here and there. But if she thought they were going to be plentiful, she was sorely mistaken. <"How courteous of you. I thank you for your efforts."> Emiko would shoot over perhaps an equally sharp glance, all with good intent of course. There were a few terms in there that Amelia had definitely not gotten around to teaching Emiko.
Just as quickly as the smirk of her own had formulated, Em lowered to the appropriately lightly held menu, just at the correct height above the table's surface. <"I've been here before. It should not take me too long to pick something."> She would say, using the correct form of the two routes within the language to express past tense. <"I do have to ask though."> Em would say, glancing back up. <"How do you say> lime <in French? I usually get lime with my water.">
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Post by Amelia Rose on Nov 5, 2017 4:44:56 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Oh believe me; Amelia was very much aware that Emiko was a smart cookie. The professor had impressively picked up Amelia’s native tongue fairly quickly over the course of their time working together. Sure there had been some stumbles, but that was to be expected. Mistakes were bound to happen in the learning process. Luckily for Emiko, there weren’t many of those. Yet despite how few and far between those slip-ups might have been tonight; make no mistake that Amelia was going to enjoy each and every little one of them. However they had a menu to go over. And Amelia got to learn that Emiko had actually been here before. Which….somehow didn’t surprise Ami. At all. I mean, just look at her. Despite the fact she was knew to this whole French thing, she seemed like she fit right in. Must be the dress. Amelia thought with a mental shrug. And no, she was certainly not focusing on that dress, thank you. Amelia glanced up when a question was thrown her way though. Ah, there we go. Perhaps not a slip up, per say, but it still earned the faintest hint of a smirk. ”Citron vert.” The petite woman responded, looking back down to her own menu. Since she’d gotten here early, she pretty much already figured out what she wanted to get. So with that she closed the menu and put it aside. Guess it was time to make small talk. And see just how good her professor was. ”<How often have you come here before?>” The tiny mouse asked. She found she was genuinely curious. ”<It’s something of a favorite for my sisters and I, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here.>”Then again, the young woman had never had reason to watch out for the blonde haired professor before. It was entirely possible she could have slipped under the girl’s radar. Although it was kind of hard not to notice the other woman, she’d give her that much. | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]334 [attr="class","burstmini"]Time for some chit-chat |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Nov 6, 2017 15:55:00 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"]Let's get eats. /o/ [attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]"Merci." Would be Emiko's simple response of gratitude. That was all she needed to know at the moment. The menu featured both English and French but overall Em would focus her time on the language she was being tested on. As a teacher it was rather second nature to have upstanding morals on the matter. There were a flurry of words that were infamiliar. Which wasn't entirely surprising. Her focus had been conversational and business specified vocabulary. Meats, vegetables, reductions, and sauces were not in that said collection of words.
<"Many."> Would be her truthful answer. The second portion of that question how pulled those scarlet eyes from the menu. <"I have mostly been here for business."> The professor would reply, her gaze meeting eye contact. <"They have a ... What is the word for> 'private' Upon receiving her new term Em would immediately dive in to hopefully use it correctly. If she didn't, she was sure her teacher would inform her thusly. Though to be fair, if she used it incorrectly it was a new term she'd just learned. Nothing too shameful in that.
Indeed, she would need a slight adjustment on her pronunciation. But that was fair enough. <"They have a private room on the second floor. That is where I eat when here for University business."> Yes. 'University' was one of the first terms she'd learned on her own. And with that shared, her gaze would return back to the menu's items. <"Other than that I have been here for romance dates."> Emiko would say, almost suspiciously understanding the need to specify 'romantic' with the word 'rendez-vous'. Perhaps there was another more personal reason she was learning the language as well? Or perhaps just wished to know how to best decline offers for dates when they appeared.
Ah, there was the meal she usually got when here. She'd found it. Thank the gods. The one collection of words she recognized due to past orderings. Looking up with a smile Em would proclaim in the appropriate manner, <"I'm ready to order.">
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Post by Amelia Rose on Nov 27, 2017 18:41:02 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Ah, the private rooms. No would Amelia never saw the professor, despite the woman having come to this restaurant plenty of times from the sounds of it. ”Privé.” The younger woman would say, listening to the blonde talk and, of course, correcting her pronunciation when she tried to use the word. Which still made the corners of her lips tug upwards. Yes it might be fair enough that she just learned it. But that hardly mattered. It amused her either way. But dates, huh? ”<Not surprising.>” The tiny mouse murmured without even thinking. Of course, when her mind caught up with her mouth, she averted her eyes for a second. Again a faint bit of color came to her cheeks. Shit. Hopefully the professor hadn’t heard her Though it was true; Amelia was surprised Emiko had been her on dates. She probably got a lot of those. I mean, look at her. Er, or maybe not. Probably safer. Fortunately Amelia could move on while her blush died down. Since Emiko seemed ready to order the petite mouse waved over Francois. Once the man spotted her gesture, he came on over with a pleasant smile on his face. ”<I’m guessing that means you’re both ready to order then, yes?>” The man asked in fluent french. He turned his attention briefly to Emiko and flashed her a polite smile. ”<And it is nice to meet you as well, Miss. So!>” With a flick of his wrist, he opening up his little notepad to write down their orders. ”<What may I get you both?>”Amelia gestured for Emiko to go ahead and order first. Partially because it was only common curtesy, and because she was curious what the woman would get. Definitely not because she was checking the woman’s pronunciation or anything. No, certainly not. Only if she mispronounced it would Amelia speak up to correct her. Otherwise she’d glance towards Francois and say ”Magret de Canard,” before handing him back her menu. Francois gracious took both once they were done. ”<Very well! I’ll be out with your fromage fort soon as well.>” A statement that made Amelia smile. ”<Thank you, Francois. Though not a word of this to my sisters, yes?>””<On my honor, they won’t hear it from me.>” Then with a wink, he was gone. Chuckling now, Amelia glanced back towards Emiko. Now then: onto more testing small talk. ”<So then, professor, how was your day?>” The tiny mouse asked. | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]410 [attr="class","burstmini"]Thanks for your patience! |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Dec 7, 2017 22:11:10 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"]Y no tellin' the sissies about me, hmmmm? [attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]<"Bouillabaisse."> Emiko would reply, closing the menu and handing it back gently to the waiter. With the weather turning chillier, the classic stew was just what she was craving. With Amelia's assistance the professor would ask for a wine that he believed to best compliment the dish. Em would recognize the third name of a familiar white wine the gentleman was counting off and thus would choose the familiar listing.
The runic professor would listen in on the conversation that would follow. Emi was anything but fluent when it came to the French language. Her lessons had been purposefully business-vocabulary driven. So the basic lesson of family member terms had been overall passed over. It would be after this Francois took his leave with their orders that Emiko planned on inquiring the meaning behind the nouns she had not recognized.
But of course first came the answering to Ms Rose's question. <"Busy."> Emiko would say with a kind smile. <"But well. Got everything done I needed to. How about yourself?"> The young woman would fold her hands delicately in her lap as she listened to Ms Rose's reply. Small talk was nice and all. And sure, it did assist Emiko with learning the basic conversational in's and out's. But terms had been used and a promise had been made not to share information with someone.
A mischievous grin would form over her painted lips. Emiko couldn't help it. <"By the way, what does 'sœurs' mean?"> The professor would listen quietly to the answer. With a nod, Emiko's grin would grow. <"Might I ask why you are keeping this from your sisters then?"> The only hope for Amelia would be if Francois hurried along with bringing Emiko her wine.
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Post by Amelia Rose on Dec 8, 2017 3:24:47 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Wine too? This is not a date. This is not a date.Regardless of the mantra repeating itself in the back of her head, Amelia would focus more on what they’d came here to do. Evaluate. And of course Emiko just had to give short answers back. Clever. Less chance of making a mistake then. But Amelia wasn’t going to let her get away with that often. ”<Busy.>” She parroted with the hint of a smirk. ”<But good as well. I’m ready for break to come at this point.>” Boy was that an understatement. Ah, but it seemed like her “student” (still odd to think of that) was paying attention. The question caught Aemlia slightly off guard, yet she cautiously answered it. Only to wish she hadn’t as the next question came. Dammit. Now amber eyes narrowed into a glare directed against her grinning professor. Though she puffed up she felt oddly…proud? Something. ”<Because my sister like to…jump to conclusions.>” The mouse eventually admitted with a sigh. A faint trace of a blush appeared on her cheeks as she averted her gaze for a moment. ”<It doesn’t help they are very interested in my interactions with….some people. And I’d rather not have them getting any wrong ideas by catching wind of this.>” because gods above knew that her sister paige would not stop bugging her until she got every detail on Emiko. Or worse, started trying to get them together. A sudden went through Amelia for a moment before she shook her head and looked back. ”<Plus we three usually go together here, so they would give me even more grief knowing I had gone without them.>” She added on. ”<It’s something of a tradition for us to come here.>” A nice tradition to be sure. ”<What about you, professor?>” She asked in turn. ”<Do you have siblings? You’re also from…>” Amelia’s face scrunched up for a moment as she tried to remember. ”<….Ikigai, yes? What's it like there?>” | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]325 [attr="class","burstmini"]because it's you, that's why it's a secret |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Dec 15, 2017 5:14:03 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"]We can assume she needed alot of correction XD [attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]Sisters, hm? That grin only curled further with wicked amusement as Amelia would explain her previous words with that Francois. Such a soft gentle blush complimented her features well. It was always a delight to see it. The sisters could get the wrong idea, hmmm? Especially, it seemed, since she was considered to be apart of a category referred to as 'certain people'. After her drinking night with Reese where she'd confessed her attractions for the young lady, her adorable facial expressions had been more forefront in her thoughts lately.
To see them come to come to fruition before her eyes was a delight. But with this particular circumstance there was an added level of joy to be derived. The blush was caused by her sisters assuming conclusions about a dinner between the two of them. <"Ah, I see."> Emiko would reply politely, forcing her facial features to return to a more passive state. After asking for the French word for 'jealous' the professor would express that indeed she didn't wish to make her family members jealous. The topic would be allowed dropped.
<"Me?"> Em would ask. The next subject would soften Em's demeanor. Earlier more humorous happenings would be allowed to slip away as Emiko would inwardly turn nostalgic. <"Yes. It is ... was ..."> Em would begin, correcting her tense after some thought. <"It was nice."> Emiko would begin after some consideration. <"It was just my mother and I. We lived there until I was eight before immigrating to Ethea."> The fact Emiko even knew that word was a showing of the vocabulary she focused on during her personal time.
<"Ikigai is different than Ethea. It's more colorful?"> Em more asked herself than her teacher. After asking the correct term of quite a few words she would continue slowly and carefully. More than likely she would have to be corrected a few times. <"It is a normal sight to see friends walking, one wearing traditional cultural clothing and the other modern clothing. Our ... our history we 'weave' into our every daily lives. We don't push our past into museums .... There are many differences honestly. Both countries have their beauty. But I am looking forward to going back some day. At least for a visit.">
Emiko's fond stroll through memory lane would be lightly interrupted by Francois returning to pour her glass of wine. <"How about you? Have you always lived in Ethea?">
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