[ The success of her r prompts a tiny, triumphant fist pump. One letter down, twelve to go!
What he's doing clicks quickly. She had taught Serge her pidgin in much the same way, although she hadn't given much thought why the man across from her hadn't said a word — simply marinated peacefully in the quiet, in the lack of expectation that she would need to overextend just to get her point across. Now, with a bright smile, she mimics his gesture.
That smile doesn't go away when she reads his message. There's a slight laugh, more of a breath than anything, and her head bobs in acknowledgment.
A few more seconds considering the puzzle in front of her, and—
Eh, fuck it. She goes for something unlikely. X. ]
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What he's doing clicks quickly. She had taught Serge her pidgin in much the same way, although she hadn't given much thought why the man across from her hadn't said a word — simply marinated peacefully in the quiet, in the lack of expectation that she would need to overextend just to get her point across. Now, with a bright smile, she mimics his gesture.
That smile doesn't go away when she reads his message. There's a slight laugh, more of a breath than anything, and her head bobs in acknowledgment.
A few more seconds considering the puzzle in front of her, and—
Eh, fuck it. She goes for something unlikely. X. ]