The Closet-a Ralbert Story

Chapter 5

Yo.

So I came across a discovery. Most translators I have used only translate to European Spanish (or Spain Spanish), which is a problem because that means Ralph (who is Puerto Rican) is technically not speaking the correct language. It's the same thing with Fred, who I imagine is from Senegal (but this time with French).

I will try my best to fix it and find out everything I can, but if anyone in the comments speaks either language (especially Spanish) could help me I would be very thankful. I'll then put translations in the comments. (Also with Polish and Italian. I want to make sure nothing is wrong and as accurate as it can be!)

Thank you!
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Albert walked into his house with a sigh, his headphones and hoodie on his head, his loud music drowning out the world.

Well, not loud. It was just big and noisy. Gorillaz was like that.

Sometimes.

"Hey, kid", Ralph greeted, yelling from the kitchen. Somehow, Albert heard him and put his headphones down, placing his backpack near the coat rack, where it always went.

He walked into the kitchen and sat in a chair in front of the breakfast bar, right where he sat this morning. "Hey."

"How was school?" Ralph had his reading glasses on, probably reading a furniture catalog.

From what I can tell, Albert thought, leaning over a bit, that's exactly what he's doing. "School was school."

"That was vague", Ralph chuckled, closing his magazine and taking off his glasses. "You usually give me the whole 4-1-1 about your day and the horrible kids you see at school."

Albert squinted his eyes in objection. "I do not."

"Oh, sí, lo haces", Ralph says, leaning on his elbows. "Now tell me."

Albert sighed, looking around before catching Ralph's eyes again. "It's just been a weird day."

"How so?" Albert smiled when he realized Ralph was actually interested in what he was saying. "Come on, tell me!"

"There's this blonde kid", Albert says, giving in. "I'm not for sure, but he might have a crush on me. He keeps staring at me, but he doesn't think I notice."

"¡Dios mío!" Ralph laughed pumping his fists in the air with joy. "You have a crush!"

"No, no, no! Non ho una cotta per lui." Albert was quick to shut the idea down, seeing his foster dad's confused face. "I don't even know the guy."

Ralph stared at his son for a second before shrugging his shoulders. "So?"

"I- Mr. R!"

"What? El amor a primera vista sucede. Just...I don't know, keep your options open."

Albert chuckled, looking down at his swinging feet. "I don't know."

Ralph hummed, seeming to be remembering something. "Oh, yeah! Could you teach me Italian?"

Albert looked up in surprise. "You want me to?"

"Well, I want to be able to connect with you guys", Ralph admitted, shrugging. "I already know some Polish, and I'm still trying to figure out French, but I haven't even learned a little bit of Italian. I want to."

Albert blinked, robotically nodding his head. "Sure. I-I can't say I know much, though-"

"Just teach me what you do", Ralph smiles, putting his fist out. "And I can teach you Español in return."