Bonjour [c]

[attr="class","eklyrics"]I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out

[attr="class,"eklyrics"]Cause that's what young love is all about

[attr="class","ekwords"] a quiet hum left his pursed lips. eyes taking in the papers lying messily on his desk. ekvir's lips were always in that same muted frown, eyes sunken in, and headache blazing wildly in his head. a good friend of his dragged him out for a day out and somehow, the wind dragged them to the bar and a heavy drink after another, they somehow ended up tangled in the same sheets and surely, with the next day being a day off, he knew he'll be able to get a much-needed rest from the upcoming hangover. but the following day proved to be hectic when he was called in. leaving behind a 'sorry' notice to the sleeping person who ekvir must've forgotten his name or simply too deep into his hangover to focus on such an information.

needless to say, working while a headache pounded behind his eyes was not fun. usually, ekvir would be eager to go to work. hell, this place was his only escape. convincing his siblings endlessly that he had no free time to visit and taking care of brats was his only job, they were convinced after a few times and miraculously stopped pressuring ekvir to visit.

"fucking hell," he rubbed his brows furiously. the papers seemed to be going on forever. the constant tapping of his pen against the wooden desk, his bouncing leg in utter frustration and the stuck frown on his forehead seemed to make him focus solely on the pounding headache. ekvir was a weak person - no matter how hard he'd try to convince others that he was anything but that. when it came to alcohol, his only escape, he was weak and the drinks helped him forget and so he said 'screw consequences' and apparently, he was screwed over by his actions when he was drunk many times but gladly, none of them had any bad outcome.

just a few more hours. he thought to himself, bending his back forward to rest his elbows on the desk and lean closer to the papers so he could read it more clearly. most of the kids in his class didn't know shit about the language and that was alright, somehow. they were outcasts or whatever, they didn't start caring about school up until now, so making them smart again would surely take time. no outstanding individual arose from all of that, sadly; but he was determined to make one out of them.

he had been too worked up with all the papers and thoughts that he never noticed the approaching footsteps. upon hearing the boy's voice, ekvir almost jumped up violently, but instead he just moved his hand and unfortunately knocked down the glass of water, causing it to spill out the water and his papers were long saved by his lithe hands. "jesus! wear a fucking bell or something," he grimaced at the mess he created.

his attention was caught again by the student who waved his assignments. narrowing his eyes at the boy who gave away that he understood nothing and pleaded for his professor's help. ah great. jesus christ. pinching the bridge of his nose, ekvir motioned for him to bring forth a chair and have a seat. "you want my help, you'll have it. I signed for this," he clarified, moving to his back to grab out a few tissues before going back to clean the desk, wiping away any traces of water, but made sure not to put down the papers for a while until its completely dry. no way in hell was he going to repeat any of his written shit. "okay, kid. listen, either you didn't give a shit through any of my classes or easily forget things, which is normal, i guess." sitting back down, ekvir ran a hand through his strands and stared at the boy. "let's start off simple, then. stop me if you get stuck and if you get dreamy, you better hope i don't see you," ekvir said in a (sweet) tone before taking the papers from the younger and starting off on the first paper.

[attr="class","eknotes"]COLE DALLIS || hungover ekvir is more done with everyone's shit

[attr="class","eklyrics"]I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out

[attr="class,"eklyrics"]Cause that's what young love is all about

[attr="class","ekwords"] apology dismissed by a flick of his wrist and a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, assuring the other boy that he was alright; he was just terribly jumpy sometimes and some people had to pay for that side of him, either by walking out with a bloody nose or a wet shirt or pants. this time, his only casualty was his wooden desk; one that could not protest or hit him for that matter. the boy looked truly sorry, his face giving away his emotions very easily. one could've thought that with a single eye, not many emotions could seep through and reach to the person they were facing; but that was an utter dog breakfast. ekvir offered a stressed smile to put any last pieces of concern in a trash and get this awkward situation over with. he hoped to god that this kid won't go around saying that he scared the hell out of their brooding French teacher who cared only about drinking and sometimes French fries, it was almost too easy for students to bribe him with a few packets of french fries, hot and salty.

the quick defending mechanism of that kid certainly sparked some interest in the man and he snorted at his words. "sure, whatever you say," he dragged the words out in a tired tone before rubbing his temples, sighing for a brief moment before pursing his lips together. "of course it's hard, it's french," for a teacher to say that would mean two things; they don't know jack shit about the language or wanted to scare the other away and make 'em hate the language, but that wasn't his intention nor was the first one. he was having a moment of speaking the truth, really. he was good at french, but at first, it was hell and quite frankly, the raven-haired teacher loved spitting foreign words at someone who doesn't understand what he's going on about. "it's fine, nobody likes school. It's school." he drawled out, eyes half-lidded and chin propped on the palm of his hand.

too soon after he started, the young boy stopped him and ekvir took the moment to reach into his bag, taking out his glasses. "hmm? they're called feminine and masculine adjectives. you differ them by inspecting what the word ends with. for an example; grand: which means, big" he said the word and also wrote it down before going down a few lines. "and then, there's grande." he instructed, writing the word down. "you might say, what the hell, they're the same thing, screw french. but no. you differ between them with the presence of an 'e', if it has that letter, then it is, very much, feminine. if it lacks the word, then it's masculine adjectives. then again, French isn't that easy. there are a few challenges and a few more different ways. such as, if the several short adjectives ended in vowel and consonant." he noted, adding a few more words before dragging his pen over them as he pronounced them. "there is bon: which means, good and obviously, it's masculine. but, this time, we won't simply add an 'e' and magically turn this big fart into a feminine," he told him, inspecting the boy before writing down something else. "we add an 'n' and 'e' which turns it to: bonne." he said, nodding a few times. "There are many more things and I think that you need to rewrite them at least a couple of times and repeat them every single day so that your mind wouldn't forget them," ekvir told the younger and gave him an assuring tight-lipped smile. "people don't learn French in a day, we didn't build the world in a day, kid. you need time, if not years if you want to excel in French unless you just wanna get by this godforsaken year and forget it." he told him before running a hand through his hair again, picking on his old habit once more. "so, by the end, I'll write the adjectives and I need you to know them very well because I will make you stand up in the middle of the class to tell me a few, shall we proceed?" oh he'll definitely do that. ekvir doesn't joke around and he doesn't take it easy on the students because if he does that, they'll slip and wither away and like hell he'd let them slip that easily without passing this year with a good grade.

[attr="class","eknotes"]COLE DALLIS || i h8 u for making me do this