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Ryker scowled. He didn't like being woken up this early. He didn't even know people functioned this early. Seriously, this hour of the night? morning? -- it had to be morning, he could faintly make a sliver of sunlight coming over the horizon through the bedroom window - was just WRONG. So her kicked her feet and scowled, crossed his arms over his chest and looked absolutely offended that Akilah had the indecency to peel him out of bed so early in the morning.

Nonetheless, he knew what that ruler was meant for if he didn't cooperate. He eyed it warily, squirming where he sat and then finally, grudgingly, repeated the odd words back to her, stumbling and staggering over the pronunciation and in general just absolutely butchering the language.

Though, his jaw closed tighter than a reverend's daughter's legs might have had something to do with the way he mangled the pronunciation.

"I'm plenty smart!" he squaked, floundering around in his chair like a jellyfish. "You're just a crap teacher!"

Dude and cover! said his instincts. Luckily, before Kilah could slaughter him, someone knocked at the door. Ryker grudgingly stopped his squirming, slumping further down into his chair at an attempt to look utterly miserable to whoever was knocking on the door. He fully intended to mouth things like 'SAVE ME!' and 'SHE'S INSANE!' behind Kilah's back when the knocking person entered on the off chance that they might find an excuse to get him out of this hellish language course or whatever the heck this was supposed to be.

Ryker briefly considered making a break for it or at least hiding under the bed while Kilah had her back turned.

After a moment of serious contemplation, he decided he wouldn't mind living to see himself as a teenager and thus, stayed right where we was.

Grumbling, but still in the chair Kilah had shoved him in.

Ryker slouched as he saw who it was. Just Noyama. Great. Like that halfwit could do anything to save hi--...the hell?

Perking up slightly, the rook Sin'aeis straightened in his seat, craning his neck to look at the other islander. Huh. "Who're yo--" Or not, given the resounding slap in the face that had been delivered by the stranger. Mouth forming a perfect "O" of surprise, Ryker flopped back into his chair, clearly utterly astounded that anyone would have the stones to hit Akilah across the face.

Finally, after a long moment of contemplation, Ryker said the only thing that had managed to come to mind. "Holy H-E-double hockey sticks!"

And Ryker just stared because it wasn't like he had any idea what the hell was going on in the first place; throw in a couple of angry women with feline ears and a whole foreign language and he was like a hiker lost in the Andes mountains without a map or repelling gear.

"Uh..." replied Ryker, looking at the new face. A boy, probably around his own age if he was guessing right which, honestly, he probably wasn't. To hide his embarrassment, or perhaps just to revel in it, he squirmed a little lower in his chair again, his flush of frustration - seriously, why were all these people talking in this stupid language?! - coloring the back of his neck and the tips of his ears bright red.

And suddenly he was getting hauled off his feet and thrown out of the room. Finding himself in the hallway outside of Harper's bedroom, Ryker took a moment to spin around and blink at the door was slammed shut in his face. It took a moment before just what exactly had happened sunk completely in, at which point he was still as confused as ever considering none of it made any sense.

Thus, he quickly donned a stormy expression when the other boy started to speak in English. Teeth grinding, Ryker snapped his attention around to the islander and considered throttling the other kid.

"Yeah, well I don't think I care. Your language is totally stupid anyway," he spat angrily. "Anyway, thanks for bailing me out." Sniffing, Ryker turned on his heel and started down the hallway. Hey, maybe he'd get to play outside this way. Harumph.

Ryker was halfway to stamping and storming out the front door - real dang close to escaping out into the sunshine and what, by the way the house felt (some of the windows were open, inviting in a slight breeze), seemed to be shaping up to be a relatively warm afternoon. And then, and then--

The boy's stride stuttered and he staggered slightly as he whipped around - if by 'whipped' one meant turning slowly on his heel. He blinked at the other boy, mouth hanging open slightly and his head cocked faintly to one side.

"Wait, mine? As in like... - you're my servant?"

Ryker took a moment to process this new information, paused, let his hands fumbled together and picked briefly at all his fingernails. He stared at the other kid for a few seconds long and then, quite suddenly, burst out into a grin.

"Sweet."

Except, dude, gross. Kilah was anything but 'hot.' Ma said she had great hooters, but it wasn't like...just no. Ewww.

Holy heck, this was so awesome, Ryker thought gleefully. Servants and 'your majesty's and...oh man. He had to tell Pukio about this over dinner or something. Totally 'bitchen!' Or. Whatever.

Ryker snickered a little gleefully, turning back to the door absently and then, apparently too distracted by the fact that this was completely cool, turned just as abruptly back and flailed around a little. The kid was probably only the equivalent of an eight year old after all...

"Touched what?" he asked, shooting the kid a slightly confused look.