"Now, how could I forget your dance. You're an absolutely radiant dancer, you make me proud every time I get to see you. I just felt it went without mentioning because that's one of the few things I'm not going to laugh at your mother for putting you in. Do you even look at that piano anymore?" He can't blame her. When he was a boy his own mother tried to get him to play the violin until it met its untimely demise after falling from a second-floor window. Not musically-inclined, this man.
There are a variety of motives. She's probably also counting every class as more debt Richard has building with her, but he does a good job of completely forgetting or ignoring that fact. And, yeah, sure, she probably sees no harm in broadening the kid's horizons, why not? After all, if she's going to have a daughter, she'd might as well make her a well-rounded girl.
Richard chuckles at her pained approach, patting her hand. "I know, kiddo, there's nothing worse than having to have a talk with your parent. The Chinese is totally separate from this. Don't worry, it's not bad." He squeezes her hand, his lips pressing thin while he chooses his next words. "I just thought you should know that I have...been getting to know a very lovely woman. For the past few of months. And I am growing...extremely fond of her."
Extremely, crushingly, violently. Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to. But this at least explains his inordinately good moods recently, Salome. It's been like a four-month-long manic upswing with none of the downsides. He grins broadly to himself at the thought of her, this woman and all the bizarre feelings she brings, but refrains from waxing poetic and continues. "But, I wanted to give you a head's up, since I figure you should probably meet her sometime. Soonish. You'll like her, she's sweet."
With another pat upon her hand, he smiles. "So. Like I said, nobody's in trouble, nobody's dead. Nothing bad. Did you get a lot of homework today?"
Yeah, Richard, you just try to steer the subject forward and see how that works out for you.
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Date: 2012-07-29 06:08 am (UTC)There are a variety of motives. She's probably also counting every class as more debt Richard has building with her, but he does a good job of completely forgetting or ignoring that fact. And, yeah, sure, she probably sees no harm in broadening the kid's horizons, why not? After all, if she's going to have a daughter, she'd might as well make her a well-rounded girl.
Richard chuckles at her pained approach, patting her hand. "I know, kiddo, there's nothing worse than having to have a talk with your parent. The Chinese is totally separate from this. Don't worry, it's not bad." He squeezes her hand, his lips pressing thin while he chooses his next words. "I just thought you should know that I have...been getting to know a very lovely woman. For the past few of months. And I am growing...extremely fond of her."
Extremely, crushingly, violently. Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to. But this at least explains his inordinately good moods recently, Salome. It's been like a four-month-long manic upswing with none of the downsides. He grins broadly to himself at the thought of her, this woman and all the bizarre feelings she brings, but refrains from waxing poetic and continues. "But, I wanted to give you a head's up, since I figure you should probably meet her sometime. Soonish. You'll like her, she's sweet."
With another pat upon her hand, he smiles. "So. Like I said, nobody's in trouble, nobody's dead. Nothing bad. Did you get a lot of homework today?"
Yeah, Richard, you just try to steer the subject forward and see how that works out for you.
Spoiler alert: It's not gonna.