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Jovial Chris-Marie de Klerk will not say she is the most normal person out there. She is a South African, Afrikaanse boere meisie (boer is a culture, it basically means white farmer in this context, meisie means girl) through and through. To be fair her grandparents as well as their friend were questioning her on her choices when she decided that moving to Gotham for work well she is still studying online was a good choice. Plus Gotham had some resources on the field of counselling that might help with that side of her studies.
She has taken the job as an art teacher at the fancy school in the city. And she is going to start in a week. Apparently the kids were still on vacation and this is the perfect time to settle in. Maybe I can build a place to make biltong. Wait is it illegal to have meat in your apartment that you want to let dry out, hmmmm. Questions to be asked.
She looks at the boxes that need to go to her apartment and then the stares that she will need to climb. Well maybe this would have been better if she had let her Grandparents’ friend know (she called him her grand-friend) that she was moving in today. But no, she wanted to settle in and then surprise him. What do you have to say to yourself now Jovie?
She had no idea how she got all her boxes up, she was just happy she had other people bring her bed and other heavy things. Now it was time for the worse part unpacking. The best way she can fix this is by putting on some music as she unpacks.
“I need some music…” opening her phone looking at options she sees her theater music, her Pink Floyd Brick in the wall, Carmen Gospel singer, hmmm I need to find a church. Well there is Mercy Me, no she needs something Afrikaans. Okay maybe missing home on the first day is not a good thing.
Baby tsjoklits by Gerhard Steyn will have to work. By the time the song was done she has danced in all over the apartment with just her socks on, moving the boxes to their rooms. The living room was at least more or less done, just some art of hers that need to go no the wall.
The next song to come on was Soos Bloed by Theuns Jordaan. She wanted to cry yes, but the song was good, by the time it was done she was in her bedroom arranging things.
Before she could see the next song someone called her. Jovial should have known that she would know something was up. “Hallo, Kara, what’s up?” she answered putting her phone on speaker.
“Hello, is that what I get, not a sorry that I didn’t tell you I’m moving, sorry that I didn’t call for help. At least a Kara I’m moving to Gotham please talk me out of it. No all I get is a ‘Hallo Kara, what’s up’ in your stupid cute accent.” She could feel her friend’s smile through the phone.
“Just say you love me and missed me, my dear darling sister Kara.” She say teasing a smirk on my lips as she finished her task. South Africans are natural flirts, this is just the way they talk, it means you are dear to them, nothing more. Same with bullying (teasing) btw, if they choose to start bulling (teasing) you after you became friends, it means you are fully excepted.
“Well right now I don’t feel like a sister, because I wasn’t informed, I thought because you adopting me as a friend and later kidnapping me as a sort of sister last year that would make that I was told things” Kara huffed.
“I know you don’t know all human costumes, but when you surprise someone you don’t tell them the surprise,” smiling as she knew that is going to trigger her friend.
“Says the human that doesn’t know how to human.” There was a beat as Jovial laughed, “Do you want me to came and help, Sociopath?”
“Hey, I squished that rumors, I’m just an intellectual with sociopathic tendencies, aka not a sociopath. I did get tested” she faked offence as Kara laughed.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Ja-nee(Yes no, but in the no way), I’m fine for now, I’m almost done, plus, you know who, doesn’t know I’m in town yet, he thinks I’m only coming next week.”
“You are in so much trouble when he finds out you didn’t ask for help.” Kara says snickering.
“This is going to be worse than the tea war, I still prefer Rooibos”
“Just please don’t drag me into this war, I almost didn’t survive the last one. He made me try ten different teas that I didn’t want to try Jovie.”
This is how the conversation continued for almost four hours when Jovial finally finished, “huh, en ek is klaar(and I am done). Thank you, you really helped me finish.” She said into the phone as she could practically hear Kara’s eye roll.
“I could have helped if I was there too you know, maybe we would have been faster.” She commented with a sigh.
“Yes, but then you would have speed ran it and I would be trying to fix it because we do not have the same way of thinking, Kara.” Jovial says with a knowing voice of someone who has played this game before.
“Well sorry, I just find it strange that the kitchen, living room and bathroom need to look perfect but your art desk looks like a art bomb went of on it. That is not even mentioning that your bed looks like a dragon tried to build a nest.” That statement was said with very little judgement, and more amusement.
“I am an artist, let me art.” Said with fake offence and a chuckle.
“Jovie I need to leave, talk again soon.”
“Ja-nee (this time it means yes), of course, see ya.” And the call ended.