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Post by Milo Thatch on Mar 16, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -5
Milo sat diligently in the Cafe, drumming his fingers on the table. He didn't particularly come to order anything. He really just came to sit down and relax - and the air conditioning was nice too.
A lot had been on the linguist's mind lately - but one was more so these days. Esmeralda. Milo had taught her how to read and write a while ago, and in turn, she had taught him how to dance. But they hadn't spoken since that day in the bookshop. Milo couldn't help but wonder how she was getting along. His dancing sure wasn't up to par either.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 18, 2009 7:39:22 GMT -5
Esmeralda entered the Disney Cafe. She was late for work, because Djali had ran away with one of her shawls just for fun, and she had to chase after him. When she finally arrived, she looked around in the room.
It was empty, except from one man sitting alone at the table. There was something familiar about him, and a smile went over Esmeralda's face. She went over to him, gave him a hug and spoke warmly to him.
"Hello, Milo, it has been a while since the last time we met. I am afraid my reading skills are not what they used to be."
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Post by Milo Thatch on Mar 25, 2009 15:40:23 GMT -5
Milo was contemplating leaving to head for the World Showcase. Nobody was here, and even though Milo enjoyed the peace, he was also itching for some knowledge. Just as he was about to leave, who else showed up - but Esmeralda herself! I must be psychic, Milo thought in humor to himself. What convenience.
Milo chuckled when she mentioned her reading. "I guess we both forgot," he said. "My dancing's less than impressive."
"Wait a minute," he added. "Sit down - I actually think we could start learning right here."
Milo always kept a bag full of books with him. Most of them involved languages, maps and - of course - Atlantis. But he was sure that he also had some basic alphabet books from when he had taught the gypsy before. As he frantically dug through his mountain of books, he finally grabbed ahold of it.
"Got it!" He said. "Are you up for it?"
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