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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 17:11:54 GMT -5
"I would, though..." she looked a little intimidated. "I don't know if I'll be able to understand someone if they only speak German."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 17:14:50 GMT -5
"They speak English," ::Pietro said quickly, wanting to put her at ease. It was not the same as it was in Europe, where English was virtually unknown.:: "And other languages."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 17:17:25 GMT -5
She nodded, somewhat convinced but still slight nervous. "If I screw up, don't just laugh at me, ok?" she said, giving a half-smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 17:20:40 GMT -5
::A silver eyebrow quirked at her reflection in the mirror. Pietro's attention split between her and the road.:: "Would I laugh at you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 17:36:39 GMT -5
She gave him an amused look. "I know you wouldn't. But I have to make fun of myself."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 17:38:48 GMT -5
::They neared Manhattan, and Pietro changed lanes to prepare for the exit.:: "You will be fine. It is looking around and having supper."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 17:45:23 GMT -5
"I'll take your word for it." She smiled and then stared out the window, enjoying the lights. New York was pretty at night.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 17:53:01 GMT -5
::They drove through the lower part of Manhattan, towards the southern tip, where the district was located. Pietro did not speak, not wanting to disturb her enjoyment of the view as they drove.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 20:53:59 GMT -5
"You know, I've lived in or around the city for most of my life and never seen the ball drop at New Years," she mused, half to herself and half to him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 21:01:40 GMT -5
::Pietro turned the Acura down a side street in an attempt to avoid traffic. At her statement, he looked to her.:: "Never?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 21:15:08 GMT -5
"Mm-mm." She shook her head. "After I ran away, I stayed out of sight. And out of large crowds. I couldn't imagine being in the middle of Times Square to watch the ball drop."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 21:18:37 GMT -5
::Pietro found the entire celebration to be little more than drunken carousing, in which he could not participate. Drunken people, he found, were more irritating than sober ones, because they wasted more time with their slowness, lack of coordination, and inability to comprehend simple directions.:: "It's better to be with family than with several thousand strangers."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 21:33:46 GMT -5
She half-shrugged, nodding slightly. "I didn't have family at the time, and...well, I couldn't touch, so crowds weren't first on my list of 'things to go to.'"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2007 21:37:47 GMT -5
"Now you have both," ::Pietro said simply, as they came to stop at a red light.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2007 21:47:50 GMT -5
"Yes, I do." Ty smiled. "Did you ever celebrate New Years in Europe?"
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