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Post by László on Apr 22, 2010 19:53:17 GMT -5
László smiled at the torrent.
"I know the feeling. I've only been here a year, and it still can take getting used to. But it's so wonderful to find someone else that knows German."
He wished there was someone that knew Hungarian, but the likelihood of that was even less than finding someone that spoke German.
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Post by Basini on Apr 30, 2010 10:39:44 GMT -5
His French was actually the less abysmal of the languages he was familiar with. But he wouldn't have much need to speak Latin in Paris, of all places, and it wasn't like he had any Masses to take part in. Basini nodded his head eagerly.
"I must sound unbearable in French. We've only been here a few weeks, but I haven't had to use it very much. My father's a government official, you see..."
And there he trailed off. It wasn't really a lie at all.
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Post by László on May 1, 2010 2:59:24 GMT -5
"I'm sure I've made people flinch with mine, and I've been here for a while now. I don't think it'll ever really rub off on me."
Not that he needed much command of the language for what he'd been doing.
"Oh? Does that have you travelling often?"
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Post by Basini on May 1, 2010 10:10:48 GMT -5
For a moment that felt excruciatingly long, it was like his smile had jammed -- remaining plastered on by artificial means while Basini thought fiercely for the best way to put it. The actual lying came easily, but adequate words were harder to find.
"It allows us more interesting holidays than we might have otherwise. So you're a singer, right?"
Never mind that Father had been dead years, or that they lived here on familial charity. It was better than sounding like an invalid.
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Post by László on May 1, 2010 16:53:13 GMT -5
"I've always wanted that sort of freedom," he said a bit wistfully, then shifted gears.
"Well...I'm a singer in so much as I sing, but, I'm not a performer here. I wish I was good enough for this place."
For all the positive feedback he'd gotten, László knew he was no opera singer nor would he ever be. His vocal style was rather too different.
Plus, you needed the kind of training that he couldn't afford (and likely would never be able to).
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Post by Basini on May 15, 2010 8:58:27 GMT -5
He cocked his head, still nodding as some gesture of sincerity. And still he smiled, long past the point where it'd started to seem kind of artificial. Such a pleasant boy. You had to admit, this man didn't look like a professional at anything, save maybe a painter or a sculptor. (Not that he had met any of those, but from what he'd read, and disapproving words here and there, there was an image in his mind. Sternly bohemian.)
"That's all right. I'm sure you will be," he said, rather absently. Still thinking about painters.
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Post by László on May 15, 2010 12:48:33 GMT -5
He gave Basini a lopsided grin.
"Well, that's nice of you to say. I hope for it, anyway."
Heck, even a normal job would be great.
"What about you? Any hobbies like singing or painting...?"
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Post by Basini on May 15, 2010 13:51:01 GMT -5
"I'm not much of a hobbyist, I'm afraid." That, left unembellished, would be truthful enough. But that sounded boring, and he suddenly felt ashamed of how tedious he must be.
"But I like to write... and play the piano..."
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Post by László on May 15, 2010 22:59:39 GMT -5
"Well, but those two things are something." He said, starting to feel a bit awkward. He still tended not to know what to say to others, at times.
"Er...I hope I'm not boring you." He said sheepishly. "I'm not very good at the whole socializing thing."
Well, might as well be honest.
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Post by Basini on Jun 11, 2010 20:25:47 GMT -5
"No, no, of course not--" He bounced forward a bit on the balls of his feet, like an overeager puppy. "Do you need to be somewhere? I could keep you company."
And leave Brigitte all on her lonesome, poor little thing, but that didn't occur to him in the slightest.
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Post by László on Jun 11, 2010 22:06:41 GMT -5
"Well, since I'm being honest--I don't have somewhere to be, but I'm not really supposed to be here." He said, somewhat sheepish.
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Post by Basini on Jun 12, 2010 13:06:07 GMT -5
"Oh!" So they were both rule-breaking. Both complicit. Good! "Well-- would you like to go somewhere? I could buy you a drink!" He'd offer to buy the whole establishment a drink, but they weren't in H______ any more, and there'd be more than just a few boozy locals hanging around looking at him resentfully, needing to be appeased. Basini was oblivious as ever to the fact that this might be a mild misstep -- but he was always misstepping.
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Post by László on Jun 12, 2010 14:50:41 GMT -5
Well, this nice. While he liked his solitude, László DID wish for company from time to time, and he suspected that part of that was due to the few friends he'd managed to make.
"That sounds great, and unlikely to get us in trouble."
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Post by Basini on Jun 14, 2010 8:26:50 GMT -5
With nothing so gauche as a mother or an aunt around (or a sister) they could be good friends, with no one to bother them. Basini felt very grown-up, and straightened up a bit. An unruly curl slipped across his forehead, to ruin any impression of not being the Awkwardest Angel.
"Great! Now where does one go?"
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Post by László on Jun 14, 2010 18:56:40 GMT -5
He laughed a bit ruefully.
"Truthfully I'm not the best when it comes to knowing good places to go. The few I know aren't...very good for polite company."
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