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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]So this was Boneclan? He had been expecting it to be this magnificent new place, filled with magic and big ass butterflies, but it was just your average clan. Oh well, it was still cool. He had met some really interesting people in the first few hours of being here. Forge missed Imperialstar though, and he realized this whilst sitting in a meadow eating his dinner all by himself. The CC leader had become his not-dad, and the liger cub looked up to him. It was weird not having the angsty wolf stalking around and being scary. He'd go home in a few days, but for now he was enjoying the scenery.


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    [justify][size=10]Oh, this kid, the one who spoke some French, yes? Venus wanted to learn French to impress boys, so she was going to ask Forgingpaw to teach her some. How hard could it be? She already spoke English, and according to foreigners, that was an extremely difficult language.

    "Teach me French,"     Venus requested. No greeting, no introduction, no beating around the bush-- precise and straight to the point, that was how Vee was.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]"Teach me French."


    The sudden words made the young liger jump. It was a comedic sight, to see such a big feline flinch at the unexpected, and rather demanding, words of a slender she-wolf. Forgingpaw was a bit of a space-cadet, it seemed. Having been forced from his pensive state, the visiting youth had to stop and process the whole thing. Boneclan. Venus. French. Wait, wait, French?! He barely knew any himself! The basic conversation and some verbs, and that was about it. He was raised up by english-speaking clanmates, so French was a side project he was taking up himself.


    "Er, okay." no more was the suave little gentlemen that was at the border. The sudden appearance of a pretty girl while he was busy chowing down on some chicken really put him off his game. "I guess we could start with greetings?" Forgingpaw scooted over awkwardly, motioning for the she-wolf to sit beside him.


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    [justify][size=10]It had been easy to find him, he was the only one here with that strange smell. At first, Venus had had second thoughts of approaching him, but the smell of chicken was ultimately what had drawn her out. She eyed it briefly, her mind flashing with a few ways as to how she could obtain such a feast, but then she realized this kid was young and it would be rude to take his dinner.


    "Okay," she replied, wasting no time in taking a seat next to the liger. "I know bonjour," Vee added, as if that small fact would help this lesson go smoother or something. Her family was not really one to take time out of their days to interact with each other, so it was safe to say that Venus had little to no knowledge, or care, of how to appropriately conduct herself in social situations. She did as she pleased, and saw nothing wrong with that.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8][font=arial]The young male smiled faintly at her statement, the corners of his molten orbs crinkling with amusement. "Well it's a start," Forgingpaw meowed, shrugging his shoulders to to emphasize that her meager prior knowledge was not much of a big deal. "Just so you know, I'm still a bit green when it come to this. I just started learning passe compose." Passe compose, as in past tense. The liger paused, taking a moment to study Venus's face to make sure she was actually being serious. Growing up on his own, he'd learned to be just a bit suspicious about everything. And he abhorred the thought of actually spending time trying to teach her when it was just a joke to her.


    He straightened himself, looking off towards the horizon as he made a lesson plan in his head. "Another way to say hello besides bonjour is salut. Salut is informal though, so you wouldn't say it to professionals or strangers, only friends of family." that was a good place to begin, right?


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