I have this idea.
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He glared slightly, his eyebrow cocked. "Why are you apologizing? You part of family, but you not the owner." He sighed a little. "But thank you. Food from yesterday.. Made us esleep well."
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"I..." He tried to find the right words. "I may be related to them, but I'm nothing like them. I want to end all of this and let you all be free. Slavery is never right, ever." He sighed. "No human should ever 'own' another human and use them in such a degrading way. And no problem, I'm glad it did."
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He kept staring for a while. "Big heart," he mumbled softly. He was at loss for words, otherwise. "You different from other Gringos.." He smiled a bit, though it still seemed a little unwelcoming.
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That word sounded familiar to him, 'Gringos'. Ah, that was the word for the Americans, right? He thought so. "Th-thanks..." He looked at the ground for a moment, his shyness coming back. "Um, I just wanted to let you all know that. I'll do whatever I can to help you guys. Like I said, I don't feel any connection to my family. I never felt I belonged there, anyway."
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"You not eslave. You can run. Why not do it?" he questioned, suddenly doubting him. If he really felt so much not at home, and he felt that he didn't fit in, why didn't he just go? "You not bound to esoil like us."
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"You're right, I probably could run. But... I have nowhere to go and no real skills at all." He looked up softly. "But I know I might be able to help things here. I want to do something worth living for. I want to help end slavery. And maybe, I could try and help you all escape."
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Le bringy back~
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Le gracias. .3.
He glared. "Gringo. Full of lies. Just because you bring us food yesterday, doesn't mean I believe this." He stepped forward, his hands balled into fist. "Talk lots. But don't do anything. Just bring false hope." -
Le de nada. x3
Jamie frowned softly. "I'm not lying, but I understand why you wouldn't believe me... I promise I'll do all I can to help." He watched as the sun started to rise higher. "I have to go, bye..." He shyly ran back up to the place before he could be caught. -
Oh God, what is this mix of French and Spanish I don't even know.. xD
"Vete a la mierda.." he grumbled as the boy ran away. He stared at the tracks a for a while, then realized how fast his heart was racing. Why this was as it was, he didn't. He headed back to the crowd of workers, feeling.. dizzy. And how his concentration went away. -
It scares me. xD Feels like that Frenchman might pop out at any moment.
When he got back up, he went to room to quickly clean up and get ready. His mind never left the last conversation, or the slaves, but most of all it was on Girvan. Somehow he felt even shyer around him. That his blushing was more than his usualness. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way, and tried to brush it off.
"James! Hurry up and get down here!" His mother barked. "Right, c-coming!" He picked up his jacket and went down. -
Oh God no. D: Not him.
Why couldn't he stop thinking about Jamie? He had to stop doing so, it irritated him to hear that boy in his head. Not only did it irritate him, but it caused him to be clumsy and slow. It was distracting to such an extent that it was ridiculous.
He father asked if he was okay, when he noticed that his hands were trembling. Girvan hadn't even noticed that. He reassured his father though, telling him it was nothing. Probably just anger, he hoped. -
I know. D: They need to make some sort of repellent.
Breakfast flew by, and he found himself in studies again. He could barely pay attention, trying to make sure he would remember the material being covered. He didn't want Girvan to hate him. He wanted to show him that he was different, and he was going to help them. The slave was...so handsome, and if it wasn't for the terrible conditions he was in Jamie could just imagine how he must of looked, when he smiled or laughed. When he was free.
"James, are you listening?" The elder lady gave him a skeptical look, pointing to a passage in his book. "S-sorry." He looked at it, trying to get back to the task at hand and stop having such...forbidden thoughts. -
There's deodorant. /shot for making le racist joke.
Dear God, Jamie. xD
At one point his head began to hurt badly, and his knees felt weak. But he continued, swearing in Spanish as he tried to knock those taunting thoughts out of his head. He tried so very hard to get that Gringo out of his head, but it did not work. The thought, just there, teasing him to almost insanity..
"Rest," his father said to him, looking at him as he trembled weakly.
He didn't even have the energy to nod. In a second he had collapsed on the floor from complete exhaustion. -
That made me giggle. xD
Not anything sexual. xD Hopefully.
Jamie: No. .///.
He worked on the math problems, trying hard to focus. I'm just making a big deal out of nothing. That's all. The woman watched, then when he was finished, checked over the problems. "Redo 1,3,4,6, and 8." She gave it back to him, and he nodded, silently sighing.
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