"You...have really nice accent." Alisa smiled, "That--is very great. I will like to do the same thing, then, I be able to speak better."
Lars was a very helpful, considerate classmate. Not once did he laugh at her, he didn't even pity her--he treated her normally; this made her feel more comfortable
when it came to opening up about her difficulty to speak. She nodded at his inquiry, holding out her hand in a matter-of-factly notion.
"It is cold, but people there get very used to cold. If you came to Russia, I show you around.~"
It made her think of home, a small flash of homesickness swiping through her features before being quickly wiped away.
The pinkette blushed slightly at the male's tease, placing a hand over her mouth in mock surprise, "I am not!" this was replied in a playful manner, but she did signal with a nod that she was completely okay with the suggestion.
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Alisa turned forward, looking towards the front, fingers tapping together in a sense of nervousness and anxiety; still, she held strong, keeping herself together as she listened intently to the professor. The moment her name was called, she felt a knot tie in her stomach, lips curling inward as they began to feel dry. A brief shield of emeralds by her eyelids came into play--at least, until the return of the blonde bully resurfaced with his voice.
"Teach, she ain't the best person to ask to read, the girl can barely talk." At that point, he started attempting broken English, causing some of his goons to laugh alongside him. Alisa felt her face grow pale--but, it could have been the confidence of Lars being her supporter, that she held up her hand to him, just in case he wanted to intervene like last time, an apologetic smile showing for about five seconds, dispersing the moment she reached over and sinisterly whispered in the blonde's ear, tulip eyebrows narrowed in a mixture of grim and dark innocence.
                       "ТиŃина, иНи Ń ĐąŃĐ´Ń ĐźĐžĐťŃаŃŃ ŃĐľĐąŃ ŃаП...навŃогда." When she reached back, she noticed the complete change on the male's countenance, trying to mask the horror on his face. As innocent and sweet as Alisa looked, the Russian blood in her is what made her intimidating--even when she hated resorting to it, she was just tired of the male putting her out in the open. Feeling as though she subdued the bully long enough, she looked up once again, volunteering herself--mainly to conceal the everlasting butterflies.
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 "I shall...read first part." Alisa spoke, hand risen, looking down at the appropriate page, trying to focus in on the words. Shaky fingers began to scan alongside the lexicons, confidence trying to bubble in her veins; before she could stop herself, she found her mouth agape, lexicons slipping out in cracks.
                    "...and forever...th--the...flower...blooms..." she ended, emeralds dilated in shock, did she just read that whole part of the passage?
"I--I did it...!!" she said in happiness, turning to Lars in an elated notion, "I...I read whole thing!" Caring not that her accent was still visible, she silently celebrated to herself. She couldn't help but think meeting this guy was serving a major part with her settling.