Family Relations (Interlude)
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mindcrackloveAlso known as - Tom and Baj have a conversation that Baj would have preferred to do in person.
Link to part two- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/592896.html
Baj looked out the back windows as the three boys were running around. He had told them to blow off steam and that he’d call them back in for dinner. This should buy him plenty of time for what he needed to do.
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Ring. Ring. Ring.
Tom stared at the phone with some trepidation.
Oh god, what had Paul done that was making Baj call him the very first day??
Rinnnnnnnn
Tom grabbed the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Tom. Do you have some…time? It’s Baj…”
“What did he do?”
“Well.”
“Yes, I have time. What.did.he.do?”
“Not much. Or rather…how often does he speak English, Tom?”
Tom blinked and swore to himself. Lasairfhíona had taught him Irish Gaelic, but the boy spoke English just fine.
“He’s fluent in English. Has he refused to speak?”
“Oh, no, he’ll respond in English. It’s just…much shorter than the Irish. And for some reason, I don’t think he’s translating all of it.”
Tom relaxed at that.
“Oh, yeah. That’s normal.”
Baj stared at his phone. Normal?
“He defaults to Irish when he is upset or annoyed, but if you continue to demand an answer, he’ll give you the answer in English. And…yeah. Lasairfhíona has mentioned that he only translates part of what he says. She finds it funny, though…”
Baj blinked. Oh, that’s just…great. Well. Actually. It’d give him a way to gauge how pissed off Paul actually was.
“By the way, how is Las…Las…Lassarina doing?”
Tom chuckled softly. It had taken him the better part of two months to say her name correctly.
“She’s comfortable. The doctors say she should recover, but it’s going to take a while. I’ve been fighting with command to reassign me to the province.”
Tom murmured to himself. Command had said they’d work on it, but that meant at least two weeks, probably three before they even came back with a yes or no. And then if it was a yes, another month before he’d actually be sent back!
Baj sighed. So, at least a month and a half before they’d know, if he had to go through Command.
“Well, other than that, they seem to be getting along. Max was talking about Minecraft, which Paul seems to like, so that’s good.”
Tom nodded to himself. Yeah, Paul did like Minecraft. He wasn’t sure Baj would like what Paul tended to build…
“Yeah, he really does. If he gets less grumpy, he’d probably build something to show you.”
“Yeaaaaaah, he mentioned he built…’stuff’. And didn’t elaborate.”
“He uses it to blow off steam. There’s been a curfew here for a while, and he’s…high energy.”
Baj snorted, he could tell. They’d been running around for two hours now, with no sign of slowing down.
“Right then. Thanks for the information. I’ll talk to you later; I hope Lassarina gets better quickly.”
“Want to be rid of your nephew that fast, hm? But yeah, I’ll keep you and Paul updated. Later!”
Baj sighed as he hung up the phone.
Well, okay, then.
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“Paul, come here a moment, please?”
Paul blinked and ran over. Why…was ma okay?
“What?” he said, shuffling his feet uneasily.
“Wanted to let you know, your dad says that your mother, um… Lassarina, I mean, she’s doing okay and the doctors expect her to recover in average time.”
Paul blinked. Lassarina? That…well, that wasn’t a mangling he’d heard before.
“Ah, ma is doing well? Lasairfhíona I mean, yeah? That’s great! Thanks!”
With that, Paul ran back off to where Max and Nathan were, presumable to tell them this.
Baj watched him run off. Las…Lasairfina? He thought that was closer, but he wasn’t sure.
He went back inside and stared at the cupboards. He needed to think about dinner. Or not. He had salad like stuff in the fridge…which shouldn’t be alive yet. And there was frozen pizza and French fries. And he had a deep-fat fryer. Well, a small one, but it worked.
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With that, Baj turned back to the table and his now cold tea, and mulled on what he was going to do about Paul. And Gaelic. And his idiot brother Tom.
link to Interlude Two- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/594509.html#cutid1
Link to part two- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/592896.html
Baj looked out the back windows as the three boys were running around. He had told them to blow off steam and that he’d call them back in for dinner. This should buy him plenty of time for what he needed to do.
------
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Tom stared at the phone with some trepidation.
Oh god, what had Paul done that was making Baj call him the very first day??
Rinnnnnnnn
Tom grabbed the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi Tom. Do you have some…time? It’s Baj…”
“What did he do?”
“Well.”
“Yes, I have time. What.did.he.do?”
“Not much. Or rather…how often does he speak English, Tom?”
Tom blinked and swore to himself. Lasairfhíona had taught him Irish Gaelic, but the boy spoke English just fine.
“He’s fluent in English. Has he refused to speak?”
“Oh, no, he’ll respond in English. It’s just…much shorter than the Irish. And for some reason, I don’t think he’s translating all of it.”
Tom relaxed at that.
“Oh, yeah. That’s normal.”
Baj stared at his phone. Normal?
“He defaults to Irish when he is upset or annoyed, but if you continue to demand an answer, he’ll give you the answer in English. And…yeah. Lasairfhíona has mentioned that he only translates part of what he says. She finds it funny, though…”
Baj blinked. Oh, that’s just…great. Well. Actually. It’d give him a way to gauge how pissed off Paul actually was.
“By the way, how is Las…Las…Lassarina doing?”
Tom chuckled softly. It had taken him the better part of two months to say her name correctly.
“She’s comfortable. The doctors say she should recover, but it’s going to take a while. I’ve been fighting with command to reassign me to the province.”
Tom murmured to himself. Command had said they’d work on it, but that meant at least two weeks, probably three before they even came back with a yes or no. And then if it was a yes, another month before he’d actually be sent back!
Baj sighed. So, at least a month and a half before they’d know, if he had to go through Command.
“Well, other than that, they seem to be getting along. Max was talking about Minecraft, which Paul seems to like, so that’s good.”
Tom nodded to himself. Yeah, Paul did like Minecraft. He wasn’t sure Baj would like what Paul tended to build…
“Yeah, he really does. If he gets less grumpy, he’d probably build something to show you.”
“Yeaaaaaah, he mentioned he built…’stuff’. And didn’t elaborate.”
“He uses it to blow off steam. There’s been a curfew here for a while, and he’s…high energy.”
Baj snorted, he could tell. They’d been running around for two hours now, with no sign of slowing down.
“Right then. Thanks for the information. I’ll talk to you later; I hope Lassarina gets better quickly.”
“Want to be rid of your nephew that fast, hm? But yeah, I’ll keep you and Paul updated. Later!”
Baj sighed as he hung up the phone.
Well, okay, then.
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“Paul, come here a moment, please?”
Paul blinked and ran over. Why…was ma okay?
“What?” he said, shuffling his feet uneasily.
“Wanted to let you know, your dad says that your mother, um… Lassarina, I mean, she’s doing okay and the doctors expect her to recover in average time.”
Paul blinked. Lassarina? That…well, that wasn’t a mangling he’d heard before.
“Ah, ma is doing well? Lasairfhíona I mean, yeah? That’s great! Thanks!”
With that, Paul ran back off to where Max and Nathan were, presumable to tell them this.
Baj watched him run off. Las…Lasairfina? He thought that was closer, but he wasn’t sure.
He went back inside and stared at the cupboards. He needed to think about dinner. Or not. He had salad like stuff in the fridge…which shouldn’t be alive yet. And there was frozen pizza and French fries. And he had a deep-fat fryer. Well, a small one, but it worked.
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With that, Baj turned back to the table and his now cold tea, and mulled on what he was going to do about Paul. And Gaelic. And his idiot brother Tom.
link to Interlude Two- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/594509.html#cutid1
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