.:note: terribly sorry about how this is a boring/uneventful chapter. ; I'll try to make it up in chapter 9. This chapter's not done either, so please forgive that. I'll continue this as soon as I get the chance to. If you guys still would like to read it, anyways.

.:chapter 8: education

Months passed, and I slowly began to learn this awkward language and all its twists. I was actually capable now of understanding some small sentences and being able to respond in a manner that which others could comprehend (and I didn't even take the classes that were recommended!). I also was almost completely adapted to the dramatic change, and learned so much about the technologies and interesting quirks about this new land I lived on (mostly through destruction or hurting myself in the process, but hey… it was progress).

I also enjoyed trying to teach the two my language, and Tucker didn't seem to mind at all. I observed that he was a rather passive creature, but he did have his moments. I also had noted that Tank had a very short temper, and was relatively rude most of the time, but he had his moments of compassion when he felt the need.

Another thing that I learned to like was alcohol. Although I was underage at the time - neither of the two knew, nor cared how old I was. I rather enjoyed becoming intoxicated… but I didn't drink often, due to the massive aches I'd have to endure afterwards… those weren't fun, at all.

Finally, I learned what a job was, and the fact that both Tank and Tucker had them, yet they worked at different times. And I didn't like it, I wanted them to stay with me, or for me to come with them, but they wouldn't allow it either way. Was I that embarrassing?

I didn't realize at the time that they weren't allowed to have me come with them, nor stay. They never did tell me what they worked as, though.

The setting at this particular moment? Winter. I was outside… Tucker was with me, as Tank had gone to work. And it was snowing, It was my first time ever even observing the white powdery substance… as Mizzula never snowed… ever. I was fascinated with this, thoroughly examining it. "What this…?" I looked up to Tucker, holding a large amount in my hand.

"Snow."

"Snow." I repeated, as I normally did, trying to register this into the database that was my mind.

"Is water? It is wet."

"Kinda."

"Kinda?"

"Yeah… I don't know if you'd understand."

"Oh."

I put the snow back where it was, trying to smooth it back into the ground evenly, failing miserably. "Cold."

"Yes, it is." Tucker laughed faintly. "Snow is cold." I responded almost immediately.

"Yes." Tucker repeated.

For some reason, I had always felt more comfortable around 'Tuck' than I did Tank. For one, Tucker didn't scold me as often as Tank did, and he wasn't nearly as edgy. But don't get me wrong, I did like Tank. He just intimidated me sometimes, despite the fact that Tucker did look more threatening than Tank… which made no sense to me. Tucker was always wearing dark clothing lined with chains or spikes, as well as large boots that looked like they could kick you to Timbuktu. Tank always wore pretty much the same thing everyday, usually a white tank-top (ignore the irony, please) and cameo-like pants with equally-intimidating sized boots. I always wound up wearing whatever clothes they had left, despite the fact that most of them were too big for me. Most of them as well, were Tucker's, as Tank didn't like the idea of me wearing his clothes.

I did get away with it a few times though, which was quite a feat to me. I'd also started challenging Tank's authority over me… sometimes when he snapped at me, I responded in the same tone. I didn't see this as rude then, I assumed it was natural behavior, to act like this.

"I like snow." I stated after a while, drawing pictures in it to the best of my abilities as I spoke this. "Does Tucker?"

"…Yeah, snow's pretty nice. Too cold though…"

"Snow is cold." I repeated again.

I played in the snow a bit before my hands grew numb and I whimpered, rubbing them together as I'd seen Tucker do, trying to bring the warmth and feeling back to him. "Ararararar…" I whined to myself as I did this, before losing patience with the cold.

"We go in?" I looked at Tucker and asked in an almost pleading way.

"Okay. Come on, we can go back inside." Tucker stood up and brushed all the snow off of himself and gestured for me to do the same. I as well, sloppily followed his example, which made him chuckle faintly.

"Why don't I make you some nice hot chocolate?"

"Mrrr?" I asked him, it was my way of saying 'I do not understand.'

"I'll show you. Come on." He repeated himself as he made his way to their home again, and I bounced on after him, tripping once before quickly regaining my balance and going back into the house.