Jack and Tamara, backdated to 10/2
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ax_mainJack and Tamara get their flirt on during French class.
Warning to native/fluent French speakers: terrible French within!
Tamara had thought learning French would be fun and kind of sexy (especially since she'd met Shinobi, who dropped in to French without any warning), but the truth was decidedly less so. She was pretty good at what they'd taught so far, but not everyone else was, which meant... slow going.
At least today they were having some time to practice with a partner. Tamara looked at the guy next to her - Jack, maybe? - with a smile. Even better, practicing with a cute guy.
"Bonjour," she offered, accent practiced (she had to practice if she wanted to not look like an idiot in front of Shinobi, right? Maybe she couldn't say much, but at least it would sound right...).
"Bonjour," Jack offered in reply, accent also practiced, grinning just a little. "Je m'appelle Jack Hawksmoor," he said, smoothly. Introductions were a very early lesson, of course. He offered her a hand to shake, if she so desired, unashamed of the ribbed texture of his palm and the inside of his fingers.
"Enchantée," Tamara replied, liking his smile as she took his hand. For once there was more to notice than just how small her hand was in his, and she looked down curiously. "Ques-- quelle? Shit, I dunno how to ask, but..."
He grinned a little. "Single? I am, tragically," he said, smoothly, to the smaller girl. She was cute, in that tiny way. "Yourself?"
Tamara tried not to grin up at him, but that had been pretty smooth. "Votre mutation," she clarified, turning his hand over in hers. She shot him a flirty look before actually looking down to examine his hand. "Et oui."
"Ah, that," he said, as if he hadn't gotten it. "Urban adaptations. Got 'em on my feet, too," he said, tapping the floor with a bare toe.
Tamara wasn't sure if he'd picked up on the question she'd been answering, but no matter. Running a finger over his palm, she tried to think how to ask her question in French, but not finding the words in her very limited vocabulary, she gave up. "Urban adaptations? What does that mean?"
"Means I can grip just about anything. Concrete, bricks, even telephone poles. And yes, I've tried all of the above in different situations," he chuckled. "I'm a bit of an urban explorer. I get stronger and tougher, too, with more people around me. Even out here I'm stronger than your average bodybuilder."
“C’est vrai?” ‘It’s true’ was a phrase Tamara had learned, and seemed appropriate. She finally released his hand back to him, but smirked up as she asked, “And does that come with electricity or fire-proofing?”
"Don't know about fire. I've grabbed a live wire once or twice, and it didn't hurt much," he added. "Generally, though, not pleasant. Why, got some fire or lightning to go with the pretty wings?" he asked.
“Oui,” Tamara replied playfully, adjusting her wings behind her (she was, as usual, straddling her chair and leaning against the seat back to accommodate them). She held up a hand as if to examine it, letting sparks and arcs of electricity dance over it, always happy to show off. Later she could find out if he’d be interested in doing Danger Room sessions sometime, since it was nice to have people immune to her friendly fire, but no point interrupting a good flirt for that.
He cracked a bit of a grin at her display. "Cute and dangerous," he said, playfully.
“Oui monsieur,” she replied with a pleased little smile, letting the electricity fade.
"I'm more of a lover than a fighter, though," Jack confessed. He let out a little chuckle. "And I should probably make some sort of token effort to actually say some of the things I'm saying in French, huh?"
“Before you get us in trouble with the teacher, yeah,” Tamara confirmed, amusement in her eyes and smirk. “But who says you can’t be both?”
"I am both," Jack said. "I just have a... préférence," he said, glancing at his textbook momentarily. Huh. Some words weren't hard at all. English really did take from all over.
Tamara laughed. "Une préférence de amour?"
"Mais oui bien sûr," Jack said, naturally. He'd practiced that saying shortly after picking up the textbook, if only because 'but of course' sounded like a useful phrase. "Though..." He thought about it, and glanced at his textbook. "Strictly in interest of keeping our conversation as topical to the class as possible, might it be d'amour, instead?" he asked.
“Hm?” Tamara thought about it for a minute, and realized he was right. Pouting playfully, she dropped her head to rest on her hands on the top of the seat back. “Merde.”
"You'll get better. We all will." That was the point of the class, after all. "Especially," he began, leaning in conspiratorially. "If we dedicate some after-class time to studying," he said, though his tone and expression gave away that studying was a secondary priority.
"Yeah?" Tamara's answering smile was full of mischief. "I think I like the sound of that." She and Shinobi had... something, but until they got into specifics, she was free to flirt with whoever she wanted.
"I'm glad you do," he said. "I'm in 112. After classes today, you can swing by, if you want." Jay seemed like a good enough guy that he wouldn't mind female company stopping by. Jack didn't have anything untoward in mind, after all.
"Maybe I will," Tamara replied, not promising anything yet. Better to make him wait and see.
"Looking forward to it," Jack said, figuring she probably would. She didn't seem like the kind to tease and not follow through. Then again, maybe he'd read her wrong...
It made Tamara smirk back at him. She liked his assumption. “Oui, et moi...?” Okay, so she was guessing at the French for ‘yes, me too’, but whatever.
"Not bad," Jack complimented, figuring she'd guessed. He'd at least gotten the point. "Not one hundred percent if that's correct, but I got the point," he said.
“Merci,” she replied sweetly, as the teacher passed by them.
Jack gave his best winning smile to the passing teacher before turning his attention back to Tamara. "I feel as if I should make some sort of joke regarding 'studying foreign tongues,' but I don't know if I'm that crass," he said. "After class?" he offered, since he noticed the teacher looking their way with a disapproving look.
"Sounds good to me," Tamara replied, tone and smirk letting him know she meant the 'tongues' part just as much as the 'after class' part.
"After class, then," Jack said, doing his part to look like a diligent student, now that they were supposed to be studying.
"Oui, monsieur," Tamara replied, perfectly sweet, but giving him a little wink.
Warning to native/fluent French speakers: terrible French within!
Tamara had thought learning French would be fun and kind of sexy (especially since she'd met Shinobi, who dropped in to French without any warning), but the truth was decidedly less so. She was pretty good at what they'd taught so far, but not everyone else was, which meant... slow going.
At least today they were having some time to practice with a partner. Tamara looked at the guy next to her - Jack, maybe? - with a smile. Even better, practicing with a cute guy.
"Bonjour," she offered, accent practiced (she had to practice if she wanted to not look like an idiot in front of Shinobi, right? Maybe she couldn't say much, but at least it would sound right...).
"Bonjour," Jack offered in reply, accent also practiced, grinning just a little. "Je m'appelle Jack Hawksmoor," he said, smoothly. Introductions were a very early lesson, of course. He offered her a hand to shake, if she so desired, unashamed of the ribbed texture of his palm and the inside of his fingers.
"Enchantée," Tamara replied, liking his smile as she took his hand. For once there was more to notice than just how small her hand was in his, and she looked down curiously. "Ques-- quelle? Shit, I dunno how to ask, but..."
He grinned a little. "Single? I am, tragically," he said, smoothly, to the smaller girl. She was cute, in that tiny way. "Yourself?"
Tamara tried not to grin up at him, but that had been pretty smooth. "Votre mutation," she clarified, turning his hand over in hers. She shot him a flirty look before actually looking down to examine his hand. "Et oui."
"Ah, that," he said, as if he hadn't gotten it. "Urban adaptations. Got 'em on my feet, too," he said, tapping the floor with a bare toe.
Tamara wasn't sure if he'd picked up on the question she'd been answering, but no matter. Running a finger over his palm, she tried to think how to ask her question in French, but not finding the words in her very limited vocabulary, she gave up. "Urban adaptations? What does that mean?"
"Means I can grip just about anything. Concrete, bricks, even telephone poles. And yes, I've tried all of the above in different situations," he chuckled. "I'm a bit of an urban explorer. I get stronger and tougher, too, with more people around me. Even out here I'm stronger than your average bodybuilder."
“C’est vrai?” ‘It’s true’ was a phrase Tamara had learned, and seemed appropriate. She finally released his hand back to him, but smirked up as she asked, “And does that come with electricity or fire-proofing?”
"Don't know about fire. I've grabbed a live wire once or twice, and it didn't hurt much," he added. "Generally, though, not pleasant. Why, got some fire or lightning to go with the pretty wings?" he asked.
“Oui,” Tamara replied playfully, adjusting her wings behind her (she was, as usual, straddling her chair and leaning against the seat back to accommodate them). She held up a hand as if to examine it, letting sparks and arcs of electricity dance over it, always happy to show off. Later she could find out if he’d be interested in doing Danger Room sessions sometime, since it was nice to have people immune to her friendly fire, but no point interrupting a good flirt for that.
He cracked a bit of a grin at her display. "Cute and dangerous," he said, playfully.
“Oui monsieur,” she replied with a pleased little smile, letting the electricity fade.
"I'm more of a lover than a fighter, though," Jack confessed. He let out a little chuckle. "And I should probably make some sort of token effort to actually say some of the things I'm saying in French, huh?"
“Before you get us in trouble with the teacher, yeah,” Tamara confirmed, amusement in her eyes and smirk. “But who says you can’t be both?”
"I am both," Jack said. "I just have a... préférence," he said, glancing at his textbook momentarily. Huh. Some words weren't hard at all. English really did take from all over.
Tamara laughed. "Une préférence de amour?"
"Mais oui bien sûr," Jack said, naturally. He'd practiced that saying shortly after picking up the textbook, if only because 'but of course' sounded like a useful phrase. "Though..." He thought about it, and glanced at his textbook. "Strictly in interest of keeping our conversation as topical to the class as possible, might it be d'amour, instead?" he asked.
“Hm?” Tamara thought about it for a minute, and realized he was right. Pouting playfully, she dropped her head to rest on her hands on the top of the seat back. “Merde.”
"You'll get better. We all will." That was the point of the class, after all. "Especially," he began, leaning in conspiratorially. "If we dedicate some after-class time to studying," he said, though his tone and expression gave away that studying was a secondary priority.
"Yeah?" Tamara's answering smile was full of mischief. "I think I like the sound of that." She and Shinobi had... something, but until they got into specifics, she was free to flirt with whoever she wanted.
"I'm glad you do," he said. "I'm in 112. After classes today, you can swing by, if you want." Jay seemed like a good enough guy that he wouldn't mind female company stopping by. Jack didn't have anything untoward in mind, after all.
"Maybe I will," Tamara replied, not promising anything yet. Better to make him wait and see.
"Looking forward to it," Jack said, figuring she probably would. She didn't seem like the kind to tease and not follow through. Then again, maybe he'd read her wrong...
It made Tamara smirk back at him. She liked his assumption. “Oui, et moi...?” Okay, so she was guessing at the French for ‘yes, me too’, but whatever.
"Not bad," Jack complimented, figuring she'd guessed. He'd at least gotten the point. "Not one hundred percent if that's correct, but I got the point," he said.
“Merci,” she replied sweetly, as the teacher passed by them.
Jack gave his best winning smile to the passing teacher before turning his attention back to Tamara. "I feel as if I should make some sort of joke regarding 'studying foreign tongues,' but I don't know if I'm that crass," he said. "After class?" he offered, since he noticed the teacher looking their way with a disapproving look.
"Sounds good to me," Tamara replied, tone and smirk letting him know she meant the 'tongues' part just as much as the 'after class' part.
"After class, then," Jack said, doing his part to look like a diligent student, now that they were supposed to be studying.
"Oui, monsieur," Tamara replied, perfectly sweet, but giving him a little wink.
