03-25-2022, 08:03 AM
If Ruth had known about her brother’s doubts, she would have been deeply offended. Why, how could she possibly be sarcastic when it came to her little brother’s career, happiness or place in the world?
Ruth tilted her head to the side “I am sorry, I thought we had established I was wearing a skirt?” Pick one, Zech, both jokes will not work at the same time.
And besides, there were plenty of trousers to joke about.
Someone else would have just smirked at Zechariah’s expression, but Ruth allowed herself “Dear brother, sometimes I think you have missed your real call.” and she was going to leave it at that. Zechariah could guess her meaning on his own.
Ruth raised her eyebrows. “Well, perhaps she just looks older.” But Ruth was fairly certain that she wasn’t. The difference really didn’t sound that big between the two of them.
Ruth smiled very wide and so warmly one could easily be afraid of it. “Oh, I am sure I can do a wonderful job at chaperoning” while finding out WHAT exactly was going on. Maybe Ruth didn’t know for a fact -maybe- what Zechariah’s interest were, but no man in love spoke like he did. The bride couldn’t just be ugly, there had to be something else. That something else was probably, at least in part, her brother’s preferences but it couldn’t be all. The woman couldn’t be a complete idiot either, or Zechariah would have avoided the situation.
Ruth was very well aware of their Father’s potential reaction, but she had always being one to yell loud than anyone, so she was prepared. Or so she told herself, comfortably on the other side of the sea, where she had only her siblings to face -and in even smaller number than expected-.
“I will check between the bombs and seditious pamphlets.” She assured him.
The euphemism was so out there Ruth literally had to go for a really, really slow facepalm. Perhaps she was getting old, but she just… couldn’t reply to that. “Shame, brother.” For the euphemism, not for the inside of the skirt.
Ruth thought she had *just about* made it and had an answer ready when he sounded doubtful about her going out of Germany. She was maybe even too quick in her answer “An artist sometimes needs to explore a different world.” It had come out quick and not loud enough.
Ruth almost laughed in his face at the prospect of it being a man and so did her trousers. Ruth opened her mouth then the brother continued. “I thought it was a skirt…” she protested again and then had to laugh at the theory.
“Yes! I run away with half the closet of my lover’s husband to England and now I am looking for a bike to put it to good use!” She would not admit it, even under tourture, but her brother was genuinely cheering her up with the absurd accusation of being a trousers thief. It was better than the reality.
Ruth tilted her head to the side “I am sorry, I thought we had established I was wearing a skirt?” Pick one, Zech, both jokes will not work at the same time.
And besides, there were plenty of trousers to joke about.
Someone else would have just smirked at Zechariah’s expression, but Ruth allowed herself “Dear brother, sometimes I think you have missed your real call.” and she was going to leave it at that. Zechariah could guess her meaning on his own.
Ruth raised her eyebrows. “Well, perhaps she just looks older.” But Ruth was fairly certain that she wasn’t. The difference really didn’t sound that big between the two of them.
Ruth smiled very wide and so warmly one could easily be afraid of it. “Oh, I am sure I can do a wonderful job at chaperoning” while finding out WHAT exactly was going on. Maybe Ruth didn’t know for a fact -maybe- what Zechariah’s interest were, but no man in love spoke like he did. The bride couldn’t just be ugly, there had to be something else. That something else was probably, at least in part, her brother’s preferences but it couldn’t be all. The woman couldn’t be a complete idiot either, or Zechariah would have avoided the situation.
Ruth was very well aware of their Father’s potential reaction, but she had always being one to yell loud than anyone, so she was prepared. Or so she told herself, comfortably on the other side of the sea, where she had only her siblings to face -and in even smaller number than expected-.
“I will check between the bombs and seditious pamphlets.” She assured him.
The euphemism was so out there Ruth literally had to go for a really, really slow facepalm. Perhaps she was getting old, but she just… couldn’t reply to that. “Shame, brother.” For the euphemism, not for the inside of the skirt.
Ruth thought she had *just about* made it and had an answer ready when he sounded doubtful about her going out of Germany. She was maybe even too quick in her answer “An artist sometimes needs to explore a different world.” It had come out quick and not loud enough.
Ruth almost laughed in his face at the prospect of it being a man and so did her trousers. Ruth opened her mouth then the brother continued. “I thought it was a skirt…” she protested again and then had to laugh at the theory.
“Yes! I run away with half the closet of my lover’s husband to England and now I am looking for a bike to put it to good use!” She would not admit it, even under tourture, but her brother was genuinely cheering her up with the absurd accusation of being a trousers thief. It was better than the reality.
