“Elian,” a quiet voice greeted the boy from the doorway.
The redhead approached the table with a notebook in hand. He glanced down with interest at the book titles, but he couldn’t read most of them. He still had notes written down from when Ichiru taught him English. It had been a little while since Gaara last spoke the foreign language.
He paused in thought for a moment, and then recited, “I do not… re-mem-ber… ev-very-thing.” The two longer words, he pronounced a little more slowly than the shorter ones. Could he even write those words right now? He tried to picture them in his mind; they looked much more different than the characters he was used to reading and writing.
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The redhead approached the table with a notebook in hand. He glanced down with interest at the book titles, but he couldn’t read most of them. He still had notes written down from when Ichiru taught him English. It had been a little while since Gaara last spoke the foreign language.
He paused in thought for a moment, and then recited, “I do not… re-mem-ber… ev-very-thing.” The two longer words, he pronounced a little more slowly than the shorter ones. Could he even write those words right now? He tried to picture them in his mind; they looked much more different than the characters he was used to reading and writing.