Chapter 4: Languages and Annual Tradition

The trickling light soaked into your skin, lolling you into a calm awakening; but something seemed odd. You shot awake from the sudden dowsing of could liquid being tipped over you, while in the embrace of someone. Laughing cleared your head from the sudden adrenaline rush, but turns out you weren't the only one experiencing this. Orlando flung his head around at you with water dripping down his hair, confused and startled by the situation he awake to.

Gilbert: whistling
SPICY!

Francis: leaning in the doorway of the stables
Je suppose que vous étiez déjà mouillé avant que nous versions cette eau sur vous tous les deux. (I'm guessing you were already wet before we poured that water over you both) (smirking)

Orlando lowered his head showing an innocent smile to you as he realised that he had his arms wrapped around you. He released you from his embrace and got up onto his feet, shaking his head around like a wet dog and tugging on his clothes to wring the water out.

Orlando: pushing his wet hair out of his face
Pas exactement, je connais à peine la fille. (Not exactly, I barely know the girl)

Francis: smirking at Orlando
Il n'y a pas de meilleure façon de connaître quelqu'un que le roman intime. (There is no better way to get to know someone that intimate romance)

Orlando: glancing over at you
Je préfère donner cela à quelqu'un que je sais que j'aime de cette façon. (I'd rather give that away to someone I know I love in that way)

The Frenchman stood there respectively and nodded his, while you sat there dumbfounded, but not willing to be left behind on this new 'discovery'.

You: standing up
You also speak French?
You never told me this last night...

Gilbert: snickering
Ja, was ist letzte Nacht passiert? (Yeah, what happened last night)

Orlando playfully swayed his head in disappointment at Gilbert's comment, but you picked up on Orlando's actions towards the German speaking albino.

You: sternly crossing your arms
You speak German too?

Orlando: shrugging his shoulders
Yea.

You: bulging eyes
So you happen to speak English, Italian, Spanish, French and German!?!

Antonio: breaking his own silence
All fluently too.

Francis: nodding his head
But don't forget about all the other languages he speaks as well.

You: narrowing your eyes at the blonde man
Your joking..

Orlando: standing up for Francis
It's true, pick a language and any phrase.

You: narrowing your eyes at Orlando
Fine, say 'what is the time?' In Arabic.

Orlando: looking up at a clock on the wall
kam alssaeat? (What is the time) 'innaha 8:45, bialmunasibat. (It's 8:45, by the way)

You: scrunching up your nose
In Polish, 'Seashells by the seashore are sold by Sally.'

Orlando: smiling
Muszle nad brzegiem morza są sprzedawane przez Sally. (Seashells by the seashore are sold by Sally.'

You: think
How about 'Yesterday is my cat's n--

Antonio: cutting you off
Do you even know any of these languages?

You: scoffing
No! But --

Gilbert: narrowing his eyes at you
Then how do jou know if Orlando is actually saying vhat jou said?

You lowered your head in defeat, you truly didn't know if Orlando was say what you told him, but you were just testing his abilities. Before you were assigned this mission you were told that the target had mastered almost every spoken and existing language; no ordinary human could achieve such a goal, even any of the recorded information on the nations hasn't been able to match Orlando's skill.

Orlando: placing his thumb under your chin
I truly was saying what you told me to say, I'd never intentionally make a fool out of anyone.

His fingers felt so warm and calming, the same way you felt earlier this morning when you were both unconsciously in each others embrace; why does he need to be so unique?

Gilbert: clearing his throat
I'm going to get some food, jou both can awkwardly stand there or beat my awesome butt back to the house.

The bad touch trio all fled at once and made a beeline to the house; Orlando's eyes sparkled at your's, once again he was dragging you by the hand.

...

You sat on the kitchen counter, enjoying a fresh bun while listening to Orlando talking with the bad touch trio.

Gilbert: looking at you lifting an eyebrow
So jou have no idea of vhere jour hotel is?

You: nodding
Yeah, I wish I could remember more, but only old memories.

Francis: talking a sip of coffee
So you have short term memory loss...

Orlando: grinding his teeth
That guy who mugged you in the alleyway must have also hit you in the head and cause damage to apart of your brain that is responsible for short term memory; hopefully it isn't permanent.

Antonio: worried
Maybe chica needs to go to the hospital?

You: lifting up your hands in defence
No no, don't worry about the hospital... I'm fine.

Gilbert: shaking his head
No jour not! Jou have amnesia!

Is they end up taking you to the hospital then that will be the end of everything; the doctor will know that your faking the amnesia and then your angle will be lost, failing your mission. There was a knock on the front door and the subject was momentarily dropped, as Orlando went to answer the door; the girl you saw back in town walked in, being followed by a boy in a wheelchair. They both seemed happy to see Orlando and were welcomed by the bad touch trio; she must be his girlfriend right?

Orlando: apologising to you
I'm sorry ____, but I have something to do with these guys... When I get back later this evening we can work on finding your hotel?

In return you politely nodded and watched as the three left, leaving you without your target and alone with the bad touch trio and Vargas brothers.

Francis: sighing
It's an annual tradition for the three of them to visit a deceased friend of their's that passed away on this day over 10 years ago.

You: looking at Francis
Oh...

Gilbert: budding in
The bruder and sister that came just then vere old bullies of Orlando...

Antonio: weakening his eyes
The boy you saw wasn't always a paraplegic... Nario actually fought his best friend, to stand up for Orlando...

You were stunned, so Orlando's friends were his old bullies and one of them will never walk again, just because he stood up for Orlando?
You were now extremely intrigued and saw this as your way into getting Orlando to bond with you again.

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Bet no one new that Nario was going to become a paraplegic; any ideas on how or who?

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly

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