#i'll texting in thai in tag if im curiousing

[raliciel]

I ran into spoiler againn;-;

So i ran into masquerada spolier(again, really, i have to block this tag until i get this game in stream sale) that tell me Vasco Tassitore (purple guy with flute) can't speak in english word but manage to talk in Dimenticate (an ancient language in game) very fluently. This, however, bug me so much. Because I have heard of this syndrome long time ago, in real life, in internet. It's a rare one that cause by being damage in brain (IDK what part is it, Cerebrum i guess?) too much that the brain cannot function correctly, in this case it has switch their native language with inactive one. Causing the patient to speak in any different language but mother language. This disease can be last for 3 day or even 1 year as i remember. I cant find any proof of this in internet tho. ;-; (and if anyone find it please let me know and i'll be thank you so much. For science, i want to know it REAL BAD.) But I find the similar syndrome called "Foreign accent syndrome" (im using iphone typing this i can paste link sorry;-;) google should help) this one is switching your accent, not all of your language So if you are too lazy to read all of this i gonna use my bad engrish skill to conclude this post. I have a hypothesis that Vasco Tessitore is having a disease that similar to Foreign accent syndrome which called in-game Salting.

[lareinenoir]

Tom Hiddleston x reader [pt 3]

WARNING⚠️: Swearing in French and in English (Idk if you know any but it's my second language sort of.)

H/T > (hair type)

@messiahofdystopia

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Tom ended up taking you to get something to eat. He asks you what you prefer and the thing is, you didn't even mind. Your appetite was pretty big anyway.

"It doesn't matter. Im fine with anything." You say adjusting yourself in your seat. "What do you feel like eating?"

"Maybe Thai or just some sort of soup." Tom said with his hand still on the wheel. You couldn't help but laugh. He didn't look like a soup kind of guy, then again your interactions with guys was very limited since you and your ex of nine years broke up last year. "What's so funny?'' Tom asked curiously with his head to the side a bit a little hidden smile against his thin lips.

"I don't know.'' You shrugged feeling your face heat up because of the way he looked at you. "It's just...I never thought of men to be soup people. I always thought it was a women's thing like flat ironing hair. Not to generalize men and women." You say realizing how ignorant you must have sound. ''Im just going to stop talking now." You mumble looking away.

Lifting his glasses on his nose, Tom nods his head. "Of course. No generalization." He says.

You both end up at a Thai restaurant and he offers to go in. "What would like y/n?" Tom asks you.

Thinking for a moment you shrug. "I'm not good at making choices. I'll have what you're having." You tell him as he gets out, into the rain leaving you in the car.

Where are you?

You got a text Tabatha who you were so grateful to get a text from.

You: Tabby. You'll never guess what happened to me.

Tabatha: can tell me all about it when you get your butt back here.

You: When did you get back from Paris You said two weeks. How'd the wedding go?

Tabatha: Heck yeah I'm back. I don't like Tony that much. Tony mes fatigues.

You: That's annoying in French Right?

Tabatha: Oui now hurry up and get back here. I need some girl talk.

You: I'll try and get back soon. Im with a guy. His name is Tom and he is one sexy Brit!

Tabatha: fils de pute! Thats fantastic! Have fun à plus 😘

As many times as you heard Tabby say 'fils de pute' you never knew what it meant. You were to busy muttering it trying to figure out what it meant you didn't take notice that Tom came back.

"Son of a bitch." He says causally taking out your food.

Frowning you look over questioning what he just said. "What?" You asked taking your food.

And in a perfect British accent Tom says, "Fils de pute. It means son of a bitch, ehehe." Says Tom making you squirm a bit. "I didn't know you spoke French y/n."

Quickly shaking your head you laugh sighing. "I wish. My friend texted me and the way she talks-um- she just can't go a few sentences without saying something in French. And I'm still learning what she is trying to say." You look to Tom who was staring at you immensely. "If that," you clear your throat trying to look away. "if that makes any sense."

"Right if course, ehehe." Tom laughed going back to eating. "Where is your friend from? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't remember the exact place but it's in central Africa. She moved here my senior year of highschool and we just stuck together like that." You motion with your hands.

You feel him looking at you this time and all you can do is blush and look away. "Do you have any place in particular you'd like me to drop you off?" He asks you licking his lips.

Wow. You gulp staring at his lips. The urge to touch them was strong and the fact that whilst having this entire conversation, you were blessed with the warmth of his hand on your knee.

"Y/n?" He asks again titling his head. Hearing him you didn't speak at first because you were trying to analyze if you wanted to say, 'Drop me off at your house.' But that would make you the creep. And the fact that by telling him where to drop you off, his hand would leave it's place and ultimately, the night would end.

"I'll give you the directions." You grin then turning back to face the dashboard grabbing a hold of your phone.

Arriving at your house you saw that the sky had cleared up. The smell of wet rain still lingered in the air. Tom rushed to your side of the door to open it for you. Such a gentleman you say to yourself.

"Can I walk you to your door?" He asks

As if you'd say no! Nodding your head and brushing a loose strand of your h/t hair. He held out his arm for you as you relished in the closeness of your bodies. The scent of his cologne you breath in and the urge to touch his hair.

GAH! You scream mentally to yourself. This was the first time since you've been out of your relationship that a guy interested you. The first guy to look at you and all you could think about was-

"Here you are." Says Tom pointing to the door and shoving his hand in his pocket. "Your roommate is in there I presume." He states hearing the loud Panic! At The Disco music.

"Yes." You nod laughing. You tried to get Tabatha into some other music but this is what she liked best. Knocking you hear the music stop and Tabatha in her bathrobes with her hair still in a shower cap with a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Y/N!" She says the stops when she sees Tom. "Sweet mother of God it's Tom Hiddleston!"

And the door is slammed in your face.