The roof, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was taking advantage of the rather warm weather to get in some of her last roof time for the season.

Also, she was escaping her room, where her hair dryer had been singing "Feliz Navidad" over and over again. This wouldn't be so bad, except that its accent was terrible and it didn't seem to know most of the words, so it was something like

Feliz Navidad,
Feliz Navidad,
Feliz Navidad,
Oh see low midol
fertnmphi, er, dad,
I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS! . . .

For three hours.

So now she was lying on the edge of the roof and reading the Alchemist and listening to her itty-bitty book light softly humming something bluesy. This was rather preferable.

[ooc: open, though somewhat slow play until I get home from work due to me wanting to be good about the whole low bandwidth thing.]

So, instead, she was lying on the

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"Always in the last place y'look," Chad said as he scaled up to the roof to see if Nadia was there, because he did say he'd try. "Knew I should have started from the bottom up."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked up and grinned. "Well, I had to make sure you kept to our deal and had to find me." Or, rather, she'd forgotten completely. Again. "That's a good look for you."

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"Yeah, I think it really brings out my eyes." You know, the ones almost completely covered by hair.

He took a seat next to her, being considerate of her neck. "What'cha reading?"

[nadiathesaint]

"The Alchemist, by Paulo Coehlo. I read it last semester, too, but something Blair and I were talking about reminded me of it."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Alchemy?" he guessed. That would inspire him to read a book titled The Alchemist, anyway.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "Getting your butt kicked by the universe. It's this . . . fable kind of thing. About following the story of your life and reading omens and things to get your . . . well, your destiny, I guess. That's not quite the right word, though." She held up the book so he could see the cover. "This is the first time I've read it in the original Portuguese."

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Head and ears tilted to take a look. "You know Portuguese well?" Sure, he knew that, for the most part, if you knew Spanish well, it was difficult to piece through Portuguese at all, because of all the cognates, but he was curious it it was just that, or if she was fluent.

[nadiathesaint]

"I only started studying it sometime last year. But I'm pretty good with languages in general, and it's good to stay in practice. Do you?"

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"Not well enough to read a book in it," he admitted. "I called it good at fluency in three languages."

[nadiathesaint]

"That is good. I'm only fluent in English and Spanish. I'm fairly proficient in German and French, conversant in Portuguese and Italian, but that's only because they're pretty close to Spanish, and I've got some key phrases in most other European languages. I haven't started on the Asian or African ones. What's your third language?"

Nadia seemed to feel like she needed to talk more to fill in for Chad's relative quietness.

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"Japanese," he told her. "Hard not to live there for a few years and not pick it up, plus, mi padre was Japanese, and he'd try to sneak some in there every once in a while."

[nadiathesaint]

"You lived in Japan? Really? What was it like?"

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"Everything's really small there." He elaborated by making a small space with his hands.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was pretty sure that, compared to Chad, most things were really small.

She, for one, felt tiny. Though not in a bad way.

"Huh. But they've got lots of fun gadgets, don't they?"

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Chad nodded. "Yeah, but I've never been big on gadgets. I miss the people the most. Had some good friends there. In Mexico, too, but...they were different, in Japan." He looked up a little bit, his face, although still relatively stoic as always, looking a little nostolgic.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah? Do you want to tell me about some of them?" Nadia always felt better when she got homesick if she talked about the people she missed.

Well, she had, until half of them died and the other half turned out to be bastards. . . .

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...I could," Chad said, head tilting slightly because he didn't know really where to start.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shut her book and shushed her book light. "Did you have a girlfriend?"

It seemed like a place to start.

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"Nope," Chad shook his head, kept the comment in his head about Mexican girls being easier than Japanese ones in his head. "There was one girl I kinda...y'know, but was never really anything there..."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "Best friend, then?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"That'd probably be Ichigo," Chad said after a moment of thought, "but we weren't really close or anything. We just had..." He sighed as he searched for a word "...an understanding."

[nadiathesaint]

"What was he like?"

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Chad rubbed the back of his neck a moment, thinking of the best way to describe Ichigo. "Brash, cocky, and stubborn as hell," he finally said, "and those were his good qualities."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia laughed. "It sounds like he'd fit in, around here."

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"Yeah, he'd love it here," Chad nodded. "Not as much as Orihime would, though. If there's any of those kids that should be here, it's her..."