susan learns french, and peter had commented: "typical."
it's a frustrating language, edmund told her. it doesn't sound at all like how it's written on the page. she said to him, well neither is italian. at least, peter replied, it doesn't always sound like he's clearing his throat when he speaks it.
"je m'en fous," said susan.
"what does that mean?"
"i don't give a fuck."
edmund admitted he hadn't yet gotten to the curses.
"curses are the first thing you learn in any language," said peter. "that, and 'where's the bathroom' and 'i don't understand'."
edmund just rolled his eyes and turned back to machiavelli. he was halfway through, and its margins had scribbled-in notes.
susan is not so surprised to see peter wandering away from the school a block away, a little unsteadily. she pulls up beside him, honks the horn.
he says, without looking, "fuck off, guerra."
susan stifles her giggles, honks the horn again.
peter says, "i swear to fucking god--" and turns around and pauses. he approaches the car as susan rolls down the window. "where's frankie?"
"i don't know," susan grins.
"what did you to him, ms. pevensie."
"if i tell you i'd have to kill you," says susan. "if you don't get in the car, i'd also have to kill you."
so he does.
"where are we going?" asks peter.
"je m'en fous," says susan as she steps on the gas.
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susan learns french, and peter had commented: "typical."
it's a frustrating language, edmund told her. it doesn't sound at all like how it's written on the page. she said to him, well neither is italian. at least, peter replied, it doesn't always sound like he's clearing his throat when he speaks it.
"je m'en fous," said susan.
"what does that mean?"
"i don't give a fuck."
edmund admitted he hadn't yet gotten to the curses.
"curses are the first thing you learn in any language," said peter. "that, and 'where's the bathroom' and 'i don't understand'."
edmund just rolled his eyes and turned back to machiavelli. he was halfway through, and its margins had scribbled-in notes.
susan is not so surprised to see peter wandering away from the school a block away, a little unsteadily. she pulls up beside him, honks the horn.
he says, without looking, "fuck off, guerra."
susan stifles her giggles, honks the horn again.
peter says, "i swear to fucking god--" and turns around and pauses. he approaches the car as susan rolls down the window. "where's frankie?"
"i don't know," susan grins.
"what did you to him, ms. pevensie."
"if i tell you i'd have to kill you," says susan. "if you don't get in the car, i'd also have to kill you."
so he does.
"where are we going?" asks peter.
"je m'en fous," says susan as she steps on the gas.