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A/N: This story was originally intended to be a one shot, but a lot of people reviewed saying to write more. So here you go, the second installment of what will now be called "Word Games". Hope you like it!
PS. The whole 'bloody rude' game was because I was feeling a bit angry that day. Nothing against my lovely reviewers, I love you all! Please review because you want to, and not because of what I said/
"Are you kidding?! That's not a word!"
"Is too. Stegodon. Any extinct elephantlike mammal of the genus Stegodon, from the late Pliocene and Pleistocene epochs, usually considered to be directly ancestral to the modern elephant."
I looked at him with amazement. "I don't even want to know how you remembered that."
Fang grinned. He always had a knack for word games, and he knew it.
I looked at my tiles. A Z, R, D, S, A, G and T. Great.
I looked down on the board and placed my A next to an I.
"Ai?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "what's that?"
I looked at him with a look of mock shock. "You mean you don't know?" I aske, pretending to be bewildered.
"I will when you tell me," he said.
"Ai. A three-toed sloth, Bradypus tridactylus, inhabiting forests of southern Venezuela, the Guianas, and northern Brazil, having a diet apparently restricted to the leaves of the trumpet-tree, and sounding a high-pitched cry when disturbed." I recited, remembering when the whitecoats had given me a dictionary and said "have fun!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Okay then."
He placed his tiles on the board. "Todo. It means 'everything' in Spanish.
"Hey! I didn't know we could use Spanish words!" I exclaimed.
"We can," he said, grabbing more tiles out of the bag. "Your turn."
"Estrella," I said, putting down my tiles, "'star' in Spanish."
This started a long strain of Spanish themed words. We were down to our last tiles and it was Fang's turn. He looked at the board with deep concentration, then smiled. He looked up at me with the grin still on his face as he placed them down on the board.
"Teamo?" I asked. We both knew Spanish pretty well, and I knew that wasn't a word.
"Te amo," he corrected.
"Which means?" I said, furrowing my brow. This word didn't register with me.
"I love you," he said, looking up at me. I looked down, embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks growing hot. He cleared his throat nervously.
"Your turn."