cadereagratia | PSL/Meme Continuation

It was fun.

[Fun? Pull it back, Barry.]

In most of the languages I have experience with, the letters only mean sounds, not concepts.

You really should look deeper into Japanese and the Chinese languages, then. You'll have a lot to learn.

[And that's not flexing about his own language, just a genuine suggestion brought on by fondness. Whelk's too cute when he geeks out.]

How was the rest of your weekend? Are you fully recovered yet?

[Whelk pushes down a thought that says, “If I was, I wouldn’t be texting you.” Aside from that, a certain Mr. Lynch has already asked him in Latin if he got laid this weekend, so the students are noticing a difference in his mood. It’s really quite annoying.]

I can see that you’re quite confident in your abilities, but I’m fairly certain that I should be asking you that question.

I just meant the part where you passed out. You definitely win when it comes to stamina.

But if you are asking me, the answer is barely.

[Right. The passing out. It had been rather embarrassing at the time to come to the conclusion that that’s probably what had happened. This confirms it and is no less embarrassing, but Whelk doesn’t mind it as much as he minds most other embarrassing things. Interesting.

[He wonders if jumping directly back into teasing Kunimi will cause the novelty of it to start wearing off. “That’s a shame” feels tempting, but Whelk is starting his next class soon.]

I’d been up all night. Tests to grade on fourth declension nouns. Terribly interesting stuff, but I tend to not like to waste my Saturdays with it.

[As if he doesn’t waste all of his days with anything and everything at his disposal.

[Maybe he can afford to tease Kunimi just a little bit.]

All nighters typically aren’t a problem for me, but perhaps underestimating the affect your endurance would have on me was a bit of a mistake.

I slept very well.

[Mendax.]

I'm glad to hear it wasn't anything serious.

Today is the first time I've been able to walk properly since I left your house.

[What's that about a class coming up? O o p s]

[As much as Whelk would have liked to continue living his life denying that positive emotions of any kind exist, he has to admit that the memory of Kunimi's beautifully accented cries of "Whelk-san" sound much better in his ears than otherworldly whispers do. His prep period does end in twenty minutes though.

[This is a conundrum. He decides that he won't put a stop to this line of conversation unless he has to, but won't actively attempt to aggravate it either. It is a show of great restraint on his part.]

I see I left quite the impression then. Of what sort, I wonder.

[Please, do feed his ego - it's a Latin word, you know.]

[So here's a minor crisis point for Kunimi. Does he play it cool, take careful steps toward friendship with benefits until he's completely sure more would be welcome? Or does he just lay his cards on the table now and if Whelk balks, then he never would've gotten what he wanted anyway and better he know for sure?

He types out a message, deletes it. Types more, deletes it again.]

I like you. You're fun to be with both in and out of bed.

[Welp, no turning back now.]

[~~Barrington Welp~~.

[So, here's a major crisis point for Whelk. "Like" is a very strong word - a very strong word when it comes to Barrington here, who is not liked by anyone, including family members, that of which includes his own mother. This is a man who during the peak of his life had one person who could continuously tolerate him for more than a couple of hours, and even Czerny had been somewhat of a captive audience (they were just roommates, just roommates).

[Whelk decides at that moment that this kid has absolutely no idea what the fuck he's talking about or what the fuck he's doing. Under this conclusion, a decent human being would end the conversation there and allow this naïve - possibly idiotic - college student to go about his youth without further interference.]

Have you managed a visit to Harry's yet?

[Asshole, stupid, fuck, stupid, asshole, fuck, goddammit--]

[His heart beating just a little too fast, Kunimi looks up Harry's in the context of Henrietta and...

... there's that smile again, nearly exploding right off his face.]

I haven't even tried gelato before but it sounds good.

Ice cream with egg whites.

[God, what is he doing right now, what is he doing? Are you telling him he can murder someone in cold blood and play it cool all the way home to wash the blood off his clothes, but he can't handle the mere concept of someone enjoying his company? He has truly reached a new level of pathetic. He should have just stuck to sexting and let a bunch of seventeen-year-olds make fun of him - no, he shouldn't have let himself be convinced to sit at a speed dating table in the first place. Since when does that shit actually work, anyway? Talk about a major crisis.

[And Harry's? The second most frequented Aglionby boy stomping grounds in town? What the hell is wrong with you, Barrington?]

I can't speak to whether or not Harry's deserves its reputation, but it is the only place that serves it in town, and it's a hard formula to fuck up.

[So...?]

[~~If Kunimi knew the true depth of all these risks Whelk keeps piling on, he'd suggest self-sabotage. It's something he knows very well from experience.~~

This is really happening. Oh god, Kunimi feels like a giddy schoolgirl. It's embarrassing even with no one else around.]

You'll help me pronounce any unfamiliar words, right?

Italian does have many roots in Latin.

[x]

How about this weekend?

[Too eager? Too soon? Kunimi's completely forgotten what it is to be cool and he doesn't even care.]

Harry's gets quite crowded on the weekends.

[No, stop, we are not going to be more lame than this fucking nineteen-year-old--]

Early then. Before the crowds. [Good. Fine. Wonderful. Students won't be there early on a Saturday morning anyway. It's the perfect crime. Jesus.] I'll meet you there.

Anything becomes breakfast if you add an egg, right?

[That's him agreeing to the date, by the way.]

[Whelk feels not unlike he will on Saturday following early morning gelato - satisfied and slightly nauseous.]

Alea iacta est.

[Never without a fitting phrase, this one.]

Class is beginning. I'll speak with you soon.

Nerd ;)

[Hey, if he checks that text as students are filing in and ends up smiling stupidly, it's not Kunimi's fault. He should've put his phone away.]

[Damn it all.]

Edited 2021-03-13 00:18 (UTC)

PSL/Meme Continuation

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