Of course, immediately after he suggested a tangible plan, he became preoccupied with Henry's sudden rant about the lack of sharks in the aquarium. Alex, Henry, and Hoover paraded around the virtual world, screeching their dissent about fake sharks. No-one was surprised. They somehow reached the conclusion that a Change dot Me petition should be organized, rallying their forces up until you announced your leave. For an obscure reason that eluded you, your goodbyes were a magnet for Alex. He instantly ceased his protesting and rushed back to you, words flowing out incessantly.
"Tiburones," he shouted insistently with an edge of desperation in his tone, "they're-- they're tiburones, okay?"
"The fuck?" You responded, rubbing the corners of your eyes lazily. It had been hours since you first logged onto VR Chat, and the time was certainly not flying.
"The-- the sharks! They're called tiburones. There, there's your first, uh, Spanish lesson? Kind of useful, I guess, if you're around Henry this often..."
"I-- Wait, you were supposed to teach me how to fight."
"Uh... right, cariña," he sheepishly agreed, fiddling with his microphone. Apparently, his attention span was so brief, he could forget about significant promises within the hour; you weren't shocked.
"Right, well, bye--" You tried, inching your mouse closer to the 'log off' button deliberately, almost as if you were waiting for something-- but you weren't. Of course not.
Alex frantically rushed to dissuade you, his words slamming together so fast that they were nearly indecipherable. If you didn't know anything about him, you might think he was excited.
"No, wait! I didn't forget, it's just-- I-- stay here, Y/N? I'll give you a proper lesson right now? No sharks and shit, I promise. Just a lesson about-- I'll teach you how to argue in Spanish very epicly?"
"Epicly?" Aksel boomed, laughing boisterously.
"Fuck off," Alex quickly retorted, breathing still labored and very much focused on your answer.
You stared at his avatar for a few moments, following its movement of gradually shifting from side to side as you contemplated. Arguing with Alex wasn't exactly your preference of a Friday night, but you still felt as if refusing him would be wrong, somehow. It felt harsh, unnecessary... and a bit of something like regret. You didn't dwell on the matter, instead chalking it all up to your sleep schedule already being fucked over, so what was another hour or two?
"Bring it on," you finally responded.
"Yeah-- so, uh, let me think-- you just want simple insults first, right, chica? That would be easier, uh, I--"
"Yes?"
"Epic! I'll start simple, so-- you know how noche means night?"
"I guess?"
"Well, buenas noches is a type of night salutation-- or-- is salutation the right word? Like a sign-off, I mean, anyway-- saying buenas noches is kind of mild... It's like saying 'sleep and don't wake up', but a little nicer. If you add on a little more to the end, it has a deeper meaning. I don't know if this is making any sense," he shuffled around his setup, exhaling resolutely before continuing, almost as if hyping himself up, "But while 'buenas noches' is simpler, 'buenas noches, mi amor' is more translated like 'die in your sleep'. It's, uh, more offensive."
"That... wasn't simple at all," you groaned.
"Fine, fine, just repeat after me. Buenas noches."
"Buenas noches," you tried, attempting to mimic the graceful accent he naturally radiated. It wasn't easy to suddenly begin speaking another language, especially without studying the alphabet and speech patterns first. However, Alex was certainly the type to delve into subjects head-first, so you begrudgingly followed.
"Yeah! Just like that. Now, say the same thing, but add 'mi amor' after it."
"Buenas noches... mi amor?" You hesitantly tried.
He fell dead silent for several seconds, and you were oddly self-conscious about your pronunciation, which was quite unusual.
"Uh... yeah, you, uh, you got it," he said tensely.
"Okay?" You responded, unsure of why he was suddenly so uptight.
"Cool. So, good job...? Epic gamer time," he brightened, "Let's stay getting this whole grain, enriched bread!"
"Literally shove your foot in your mouth, please."
"Hmm, let me think about that. Nope, the consensus is no, sorry. Can we get an F in the chat, gamers? Now this is truly dank! Everybody start flossing, I'm not seeing enough movement--"
"Bitchass," you jeered, a smile unconsciously growing on your face at his ridiculous antics.
"No, you," he countered, seemingly a bit happier, or more excited. His moods were always exaggerated and dramatic, so you couldn't exactly discern which one.
"Thanks!" You parodied.
"So--- so yeah--" he paused very briefly, "The whole 'mi amor' thing can also be used in different situations. Like, it's not even just, uh, 'mi amor', you could also use different, uh, insults? It's pretty spicy indeed. Uh, some examples are, like, 'mi vida', 'mi corazón', 'mi alma', or 'mi cielito'... Uh, just any of those wo-would work."
"You sound like you're trying not to laugh," you frowned.
"I'm not! I'm not, this situation is just really weird, this is the first time I've seen you so serious about something--"
"Oh, fuck off, mi cielito."
"I--" his voice broke and he coughed to cover it up. You stifled a grin and glanced at your computer's taskbar, nearly groaning when you saw the time. Since you didn't intend on falling asleep during class tomorrow, you begrudgingly came to the conclusion that you had to go to sleep. Somehow, the time had flown right by you-- somehow. With a tiny speck of guilt, you broke off the conversation.
"Gotta go. Peace out. Buenas noches, mi vida or whatever."
"But--"
You logged off and let out a breath, eventually letting the suppressed grin sneak onto your face. He had been even stranger than usual, letting out half-choked chuckles frequently, stuttering often, not trying to insult you at every given chance... though the last one could be because he was getting in enough digs with the lesson. Regardless, it hadn't been completely insufferable, and you found yourself awaiting the next one (only because you needed to improve your weaponry arsenal).
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translations
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tiburones: sharks
cariña: darling
noche: night
buenas noches: good night
mi amor: my love
chica: girl
mi alma: my soul
mi vida: my life
mi corazón: my heart
mi cielito: my little sky/heaven
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