[ The horse knows nothing, and shakes his head with another snort before deciding that the business of this teacher is of no importance to him and turning away. Buceph has priorities, like staring at the ground. ]
Naturally, I mean your previous visit. [ He momentarily blinks aside, considering his response. ] No. Even before then, you had plenty of words to spare. Do you never tire of it?
But they didn't actually move on. Shen Qingqiu believed, briefly, that if he looks calm and neutral enough that the matter would be dropped with some huffed out "hmph." His anxiety spikes as he thinks of all the things he said to Berkut and suddenly worries about it! I know, I know! I tried to build Rome in a day! This old man understands!
His shoulders drop just a little in defeat. But Berkut! How can you ask me that?! Don't you know that you're a death flag waving villain!?
He lets out a small sigh. No, of course not. There is no way to explain that point, either, without stepping on the young man's pride. And that's NOT something you fucking do to a person you appreciate! But as for being tired, he feels very tired all the time! All the time! He works so hard!!
I just want to cultivate in peace. A thought with a voice that sounds very, very tired calls out. Mentally, he takes his hand and slaps himself across the face. This person took on an escort quest! He's a good and honorable prince! We can't just let this person walk down a route that'll be unfavorable! We owe it to him! What, 'we,' it's me! Hello. ]
This teacher took a second to think rather than answer carelessly. But no, I do not find it tiresome at all. It makes me happy to be able to repay those that have done so much for me. Though, my words may carry on with more than I mean to say.
[ Happy for Shen Qingqiu, but that meddling can't possibly please everyone he approaches. Berkut is one of those disgruntled people—yet, more than that, it boggles his mind that someone would be this invested in another's well-being. Fools squander their precious time and effort on pointless endeavors.
Commoners of foreign lands possess truly different priorities. ]
A rather odd foible for a teacher, don't you think? But very well.
[ He unfolds one arm to extend a hand. Give the chocolate here. ]
[ This time, he does shrug at the question. Eh? Maybe? Who could say?
But he is surprised that Berkut actually is holding his hand out to take the chocolate!! No fucking way! His surprise fades to a happy, pleased smile as he hands the chocolate over to him. Right! ]
This teacher also wishes to say that he is always on your side. [ A beat. ] Even if we cannot always see things eye-to-eye, I am always wishing you well. [ Like I better make that very clear right now while I can! ]
[ Under the usual circumstances, he'd be ready to close the door by now. A thought crosses him, however, and he inclines his head as he appraises Shen Qingqiu, who seems more . . . well behaved today.
Well, in that case, prove it to him. ]
Is that so? Then now is a good time. I trust that you are willing to do more than mere wishing?
[ Here Shen Qingqiu was certain that he would get a brief, "That's nice. Have a nice life, nerd," before the door closed in his face. But Berkut actually isn't doing that? What a surprise?
Well, that would be rude and he is a prince. He reminds himself before he feels like a question mark appears hovering over his head. ]
I am more than willing to do more than just wishing. [ If you say that! You really didn't see me running around! Thank fuck! ]
[ The nerd may have a nice life once this encounter has officially concluded. With Shen Qingqiu right here and Renne outdoors for the time being, everything lines up quite nicely. There's only one thing to confirm first. ]
Are you familiar with the computers in the houses?
[ He articulates the word carefully. Compewters are strange devices, indeed. ]
His eyes dart to Buceph who he has -- for one reason or another -- made his friend. It may just be that he has a fondness for horses and so he extends and accepts friendship with said creature.
Psst. Help me out here. . . . Fine! I'll handle it! ]
[ In the end, he does need to be able to use the forum! And certainly, it will help if Renne decides to roast him again. Or it will make things worse. But, well, well...
In the end, he decides that it's more good than bad. And it also makes him happy that Berkut wants to learn! It's a mixed bag of feelings!! But most of them are positive. ]
[ Buceph continues to look anywhere and everywhere but at Shen Qingqiu. It seems he only has eyes for Berkut, if it must be a person. Or perhaps his friendship rank with Shen Qingqiu is a little too low as of now.
Why does the teacher look away? Is he not familiar, after all? No, the answer Berkut receives is the opposite. ]
Such technology does not exist in Valentia. If I am to stay informed of current events, it seems that I must learn to use it.
[ Immediately, he feels like saying that Berkut should not look at past events. But he feels like that it is putting a flag in the statement and he definitely will look at past events.
He already knows Renne was roasting him. So he probably wouldn't be surprised to see it. He might not even read it because he thinks it's useless nonsense from a sweet little child. Really! Berkut! Get along? Huh?
Tangent aside, if he thinks of it like that, he should be safe. President of Berkut's Fanclub here. Please don't bully the prince! No sending him down a path to be blackened and turned into a real villain. THANK YOU! "Fanclub" doesn't sound right. Defense Force? That sounds worse given what is presently going on with the defense force in town. He hasn't been blind to it but he doesn't know what to say about it.
Defense Squad sounds worse, too, with the same implications. Guess, it will have to be Fanclub. Thank you, no thank you. It is what it is. Ha... ha... ha. ]
[ I mean, yeah. We have talismans that act like cellphones and viewing crystals that are like TV, albeit blurry TV. When you think about it... wasn't the novel world pretty modern in a way? He dismisses the idea. ]
[ Please don't be this the time when the flag I planted weeks ago comes to be plucked by Berkut! What he suddenly fears is that the death flag he put out is going to be answered today -- here and now! Haha... he's not that petty, though.
As he walks in, he really wishes that he could turn back to tell Buceph: "This teacher is going to try to bring color back to apples! He's going to do his best! So you can have the best apples! Please continue to watch over Prince Berkut!" But alas, if he gives that sort of attention to a horse, he fears that it'll upset the prince to be ignored for his mount, as it were. ]
Thank you.
[ He bows his head slightly instead as he cross the threshold. A chill runs through him. Is this how people feel when they step up and look at a guillotine, maybe? ]
[ Whatever Berkut's reaction might be, Buceph would probably like a tasty apple after being cooped up inside a room for so long. The weather has not been kind.
Berkut closes the door behind them, then gestures to the laptop that is meant to be his. It clearly hasn't been touched: Curious though he has been, he wasn't desperate enough to mess around and risk breaking the alien thing. ]
[ He walks over to pick the laptop up to start messing with it mmediately. Er! Or rather, he is about to and holding his hands just over the device. Oh, bad habit of mine when I get on the computer.
Shen Qingqiu recalls that since he was just a shut-in nerd that he'd just show things at his own speed -- turn on the laptop and just start going! His head lightly shakes as he realizes that wouldn't help anyone. So he makes a gesture for Berkut to sit in front of it instead. ]
The most important thing to remember is that regardless of how heavy and solid it feels... it is actually quite fragile. So attempt to treat it kindly. [ I can't say I treated my laptop so nice. Sometimes, Airplane's novel updates would have him throwing the device off and onto the ground in a fit of anger. But well!! Learn from what he says and not what he did, okay?! ]
[ Fortunately, Proud Immortal Demon Way is not available for Berkut's perusal. Sliding into his seat, he watches the way Shen Qingqiu handles the laptop. ]
I do not treat my possessions carelessly.
[ Observe: Buceph, easily the most pampered member of this sorry household. Berkut is not materialistic, so his belongings are rather few even back home; what he does have, he takes care of well. He never asked for a foreign device, but he won't throw it around just because of that. ]
[ A small hesitant nod. But Berkut, you've never been on the Internet. Shen Qingqiu hesitates for a little while longer before he finally comes out with it: ]
Even if you get mad at what someone writes, don't take it out on the device itself. Even if it is the device that's showing you what someone said, please don't blame it for the actions of others.
[ Important! Very important. Honestly, if I wasn't a second generation rich kid, I may have been in trouble. One too many throws of his laptop onto the floor and he had to get a new one. Really, he should attempt to charge An Ding Peak for that!! ]
[ Berkut cocks his head to the side. Isn't that train of logic obvious? ]
It is ignoble to punish the messenger for carrying a message. Do you not agree?
[ As he understands it, ferrying written words is the task this laptop carries out. This is no person, but he sees the inherent immaturity behind throwing a tantrum. ]
[ Now, I mean... But he becomes an even bigger stan for Berkut! That's right! It's not good to take it out on the messenger. Very well said! Very well said!! ]
I merely know of those that lack in your wisdom and so, you can attempt to pass it on to Young Miss Renne. [ Yup! He plays it off as that!
Mentally clapping his hands, he considers that out of the way and now to the real meat and butter ... meat and potatoes? ...What is that saying? He has an immediate desire to take the laptop from Berkut and google it to find out, before he remembers that it only has access to a forum and nothing else. ]
So, first... [ He guesses? ] ... are that there are letters and symbols that resemble those that you would write on parchment. [ ..... yeah? Right? ] Consider them like stamps that already have them draw up.
[ I mean, he must have like those ... stamps that one puts on envelopes. Man, what are those called? Google, where are you? Anyway. Basics are figuring out the keyboard before we worry about posting, right? Right! And he points to the large bar. ] This is what you press when you wish to make a space between the words.
[ He scowls at the mention of Renne. Even (or especially) after everything, he doesn't care for her presence. It's peaceful in the house when she's out and about, and he likes it that way. Mouthy brat.
Turning his attention to the keyboard, his eyes sweep over the letters and the large space bar. The scowl returns in a matter of seconds. ]
These letters are out of order.
[ Why? Are people this illiterate? Or is there some sort of logic behind this garbled madness? ]
He really wishes he could say why they are that way. He types pretty fine and actually quite fast -- even faster when he's mad. But he can't really explain why the keys are in the place that they are. Like, hm. Weird, right? Oh, wait! ]
I believe supposed to be related to how often a key is chosen versus being in alphabetical order. [ I guess. Keyboard classes? Maybe! He doesn't know how he would feel about watching Berkut do the hunt-and-peck method. But he also doesn't think that he'd like to have to have the full keyboard method, either! ]
The way the modern people type is using all five fingers on each hand. But for us, I suppose we will have to type with one key at a time. [ Leaving it open! You want to learn either way! I'll do my best! Probably? ]
[ He supposes that educated guess has merit. Shen Qingqiu's words, however, swirl around in Berkut's mind. Modern? Type? All five fingers? There is this implication of his being old-fashioned and lowbrow, and he doesn't like it. His scowl deepens. ]
Show me how it is done.
[ Well, it sounds like Shen Qingqiu isn't any better off. Berkut will have to take what he can from this lesson. ]
He smiles amicably as he takes the laptop so that he can show what he means. This is going to physically pain me. Oh my god. I'm in pain. Shen Qingqiu smiles through the tears that he is shedding in his heart as he opens up a post just so that he can show how to type. ]
The capslock means that it is or is not capitalized. [ His smile remains as he types with one finger. His eyes slowly become more dead as he demonstrates the hunt and peck method. ]
L [ Death will come for me soon. ] i [ This old man is sorry for all the lies he has ever told! ] k [ Oh my god. ] e [ Please end me. ] s [ Mmm!! ] o.
[ "Like so." Appears on the screen but Shen Qingqiu's soul has transcended to a new plane of existence. ]
[ To be frank, the hunt and peck method looks absolutely stupid, like the teacher has no idea what he's doing. Berkut is fairly certain that this is not how Renne operates the laptop, but that's not important right now.
Berkut's head bobs slightly up and down as he watches Shen Qingqiu pick at the letters. To see the corresponding letters appear on the flat surface before them—his eyes can't help but to widen at this marvelous development. ]
This is . . .
[ Incredible? Most strange? Impressive, to be sure. Shen Qingqiu likened it to a stamp seal, but this is faster by at least a hundredfold! ]
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Naturally, I mean your previous visit. [ He momentarily blinks aside, considering his response. ] No. Even before then, you had plenty of words to spare. Do you never tire of it?
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But they didn't actually move on. Shen Qingqiu believed, briefly, that if he looks calm and neutral enough that the matter would be dropped with some huffed out "hmph." His anxiety spikes as he thinks of all the things he said to Berkut and suddenly worries about it! I know, I know! I tried to build Rome in a day! This old man understands!
His shoulders drop just a little in defeat. But Berkut! How can you ask me that?! Don't you know that you're a death flag waving villain!?
He lets out a small sigh. No, of course not. There is no way to explain that point, either, without stepping on the young man's pride. And that's NOT something you fucking do to a person you appreciate! But as for being tired, he feels very tired all the time! All the time! He works so hard!!
I just want to cultivate in peace. A thought with a voice that sounds very, very tired calls out. Mentally, he takes his hand and slaps himself across the face. This person took on an escort quest! He's a good and honorable prince! We can't just let this person walk down a route that'll be unfavorable! We owe it to him! What, 'we,' it's me! Hello. ]
This teacher took a second to think rather than answer carelessly. But no, I do not find it tiresome at all. It makes me happy to be able to repay those that have done so much for me. Though, my words may carry on with more than I mean to say.
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Commoners of foreign lands possess truly different priorities. ]
A rather odd foible for a teacher, don't you think? But very well.
[ He unfolds one arm to extend a hand. Give the chocolate here. ]
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But he is surprised that Berkut actually is holding his hand out to take the chocolate!! No fucking way! His surprise fades to a happy, pleased smile as he hands the chocolate over to him. Right! ]
This teacher also wishes to say that he is always on your side. [ A beat. ] Even if we cannot always see things eye-to-eye, I am always wishing you well. [ Like I better make that very clear right now while I can! ]
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Well, in that case, prove it to him. ]
Is that so? Then now is a good time. I trust that you are willing to do more than mere wishing?
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Well, that would be rude and he is a prince. He reminds himself before he feels like a question mark appears hovering over his head. ]
I am more than willing to do more than just wishing. [ If you say that! You really didn't see me running around! Thank fuck! ]
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Are you familiar with the computers in the houses?
[ He articulates the word carefully. Compewters are strange devices, indeed. ]
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His eyes dart to Buceph who he has -- for one reason or another -- made his friend. It may just be that he has a fondness for horses and so he extends and accepts friendship with said creature.
Psst. Help me out here. . . . Fine! I'll handle it! ]
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In the end, he decides that it's more good than bad. And it also makes him happy that Berkut wants to learn! It's a mixed bag of feelings!! But most of them are positive. ]
Yes, I do. How may I assist you with it?
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Why does the teacher look away? Is he not familiar, after all? No, the answer Berkut receives is the opposite. ]
Such technology does not exist in Valentia. If I am to stay informed of current events, it seems that I must learn to use it.
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He already knows Renne was roasting him. So he probably wouldn't be surprised to see it. He might not even read it because he thinks it's useless nonsense from a sweet little child. Really! Berkut! Get along? Huh?
Tangent aside, if he thinks of it like that, he should be safe. President of Berkut's Fanclub here. Please don't bully the prince! No sending him down a path to be blackened and turned into a real villain. THANK YOU! "Fanclub" doesn't sound right. Defense Force? That sounds worse given what is presently going on with the defense force in town. He hasn't been blind to it but he doesn't know what to say about it.
Defense Squad sounds worse, too, with the same implications. Guess, it will have to be Fanclub. Thank you, no thank you. It is what it is. Ha... ha... ha. ]
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[ I mean, yeah. We have talismans that act like cellphones and viewing crystals that are like TV, albeit blurry TV. When you think about it... wasn't the novel world pretty modern in a way? He dismisses the idea. ]
Very well. I will teach you what I know.
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Come inside.
[ Worry not. It smells just fine. ]
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As he walks in, he really wishes that he could turn back to tell Buceph: "This teacher is going to try to bring color back to apples! He's going to do his best! So you can have the best apples! Please continue to watch over Prince Berkut!" But alas, if he gives that sort of attention to a horse, he fears that it'll upset the prince to be ignored for his mount, as it were. ]
Thank you.
[ He bows his head slightly instead as he cross the threshold. A chill runs through him. Is this how people feel when they step up and look at a guillotine, maybe? ]
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Berkut closes the door behind them, then gestures to the laptop that is meant to be his. It clearly hasn't been touched: Curious though he has been, he wasn't desperate enough to mess around and risk breaking the alien thing. ]
When you are ready, we will begin.
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[ He walks over to pick the laptop up to start messing with it mmediately. Er! Or rather, he is about to and holding his hands just over the device. Oh, bad habit of mine when I get on the computer.
Shen Qingqiu recalls that since he was just a shut-in nerd that he'd just show things at his own speed -- turn on the laptop and just start going! His head lightly shakes as he realizes that wouldn't help anyone. So he makes a gesture for Berkut to sit in front of it instead. ]
The most important thing to remember is that regardless of how heavy and solid it feels... it is actually quite fragile. So attempt to treat it kindly. [ I can't say I treated my laptop so nice. Sometimes, Airplane's novel updates would have him throwing the device off and onto the ground in a fit of anger. But well!! Learn from what he says and not what he did, okay?! ]
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I do not treat my possessions carelessly.
[ Observe: Buceph, easily the most pampered member of this sorry household. Berkut is not materialistic, so his belongings are rather few even back home; what he does have, he takes care of well. He never asked for a foreign device, but he won't throw it around just because of that. ]
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Even if you get mad at what someone writes, don't take it out on the device itself. Even if it is the device that's showing you what someone said, please don't blame it for the actions of others.
[ Important! Very important. Honestly, if I wasn't a second generation rich kid, I may have been in trouble. One too many throws of his laptop onto the floor and he had to get a new one. Really, he should attempt to charge An Ding Peak for that!! ]
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It is ignoble to punish the messenger for carrying a message. Do you not agree?
[ As he understands it, ferrying written words is the task this laptop carries out. This is no person, but he sees the inherent immaturity behind throwing a tantrum. ]
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[ Now, I mean... But he becomes an even bigger stan for Berkut! That's right! It's not good to take it out on the messenger. Very well said! Very well said!! ]
I merely know of those that lack in your wisdom and so, you can attempt to pass it on to Young Miss Renne. [ Yup! He plays it off as that!
Mentally clapping his hands, he considers that out of the way and now to the real meat and butter ... meat and potatoes? ...What is that saying? He has an immediate desire to take the laptop from Berkut and google it to find out, before he remembers that it only has access to a forum and nothing else. ]
So, first... [ He guesses? ] ... are that there are letters and symbols that resemble those that you would write on parchment. [ ..... yeah? Right? ] Consider them like stamps that already have them draw up.
[ I mean, he must have like those ... stamps that one puts on envelopes. Man, what are those called? Google, where are you? Anyway. Basics are figuring out the keyboard before we worry about posting, right? Right! And he points to the large bar. ] This is what you press when you wish to make a space between the words.
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Turning his attention to the keyboard, his eyes sweep over the letters and the large space bar. The scowl returns in a matter of seconds. ]
These letters are out of order.
[ Why? Are people this illiterate? Or is there some sort of logic behind this garbled madness? ]
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He really wishes he could say why they are that way. He types pretty fine and actually quite fast -- even faster when he's mad. But he can't really explain why the keys are in the place that they are. Like, hm. Weird, right? Oh, wait! ]
I believe supposed to be related to how often a key is chosen versus being in alphabetical order. [ I guess. Keyboard classes? Maybe! He doesn't know how he would feel about watching Berkut do the hunt-and-peck method. But he also doesn't think that he'd like to have to have the full keyboard method, either! ]
The way the modern people type is using all five fingers on each hand. But for us, I suppose we will have to type with one key at a time. [ Leaving it open! You want to learn either way! I'll do my best! Probably? ]
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Show me how it is done.
[ Well, it sounds like Shen Qingqiu isn't any better off. Berkut will have to take what he can from this lesson. ]
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He smiles amicably as he takes the laptop so that he can show what he means. This is going to physically pain me. Oh my god. I'm in pain. Shen Qingqiu smiles through the tears that he is shedding in his heart as he opens up a post just so that he can show how to type. ]
The capslock means that it is or is not capitalized. [ His smile remains as he types with one finger. His eyes slowly become more dead as he demonstrates the hunt and peck method. ]
L [ Death will come for me soon. ] i [ This old man is sorry for all the lies he has ever told! ] k [ Oh my god. ] e [ Please end me. ] s [ Mmm!! ] o.
[ "Like so." Appears on the screen but Shen Qingqiu's soul has transcended to a new plane of existence. ]
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Berkut's head bobs slightly up and down as he watches Shen Qingqiu pick at the letters. To see the corresponding letters appear on the flat surface before them—his eyes can't help but to widen at this marvelous development. ]
This is . . .
[ Incredible? Most strange? Impressive, to be sure. Shen Qingqiu likened it to a stamp seal, but this is faster by at least a hundredfold! ]
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