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[dontjudgeabook]

It's October already, and he still hasn't managed to exchange more than awkward smiles and pleasantries with Abbie. Last time he'd worked up the nerve to strike up a conversation in the faculty lounge, he'd spilled creamer all over his sweater.

It's not even that she doesn't seem perfectly nice, or that she gives off an intimidating vibe, or anything like that, just that she's so pretty, and anyway, Jason the hot English teacher is always hanging around her with his muscles bulging out of his shirt and Dallin can't compete with that.

Today's the day, though. He's going to do it. He's brought a lunch that can be eaten without looking dorky and he's going to sit with her and have an actual conversation. He slips into the lounge on his break and starts making himself a cup of tea, careful with the creamer this time, giving her a small tight smile like he always does.

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[thislastrequest]

It's ... absolutely ridiculous that she takes such great pleasure in how obviously she's flustering him, isn't it? Still, though, she can't help it, nor the pleased little glint in her eyes, despite the color in her cheeks. And it might be a fairly nice day, but it's still a bit cool, so at least she can blame teh weather for the new color if asked. Not that she thinks that he's going to.

It could be fun if he did continue the game of trying to get her to blush, though.

He would have to ask that. It's certainly a good way to cause her to flush all the deeper. "I ... I suppose I've always loved words. I didn't really ... appreciate them properly until a few years ago. I - I had a boyfriend. He liked to try to fluster me by whispering the most random words in my ear - you'd be surprised what sorts of words can sound sexy if offered in certain tones of voice. I don't know - that's ... it's stupid, I know."

[dontjudgeabook]

Not ridiculous if it's mutual, which it is. He'll be a gentleman and won't ask about the flush if she doesn't, though, and then they'll be even--well, at least until she explains herself. That's one heck of a mental image for a guy who thinks the word 'fetish' is much too racy for polite company.

"Not stupid," he says, because he can certainly understand the appeal, particularly if he imagines the reverse of that situation. "Voices can be...a thing." Hers is rather musical. "I guess you'd have to be lucky enough to have the right kind of one. Nothing in the world is going to be sexy if you sound like Steve Urkel."

[thislastrequest]

Another time, maybe, once they begin considering themselves friends rather than simply just co-workers. And maybe there is a better time than now to divulge such information - it's not like there are students around to hear things that they don't need to hear, but still, it's probably a better idea to stay as professional as possible while on school grounds.

Still, she's amused by the way that Dallin says thing, and she's even more amused by the thought of trying to have any sort of sexy conversation with a man that sounded like Steve Urkel, and it's just so ridiculous that she can't help but laugh. "He definitely wasn't ... nasal. It was ... nice. We had fun while it lasted."

[dontjudgeabook]

It's more fun than small talk, anyway, and in a way, good to know. And voices are a thing, particularly for Dallin, who likes listening to people talk, and who is luckily blessed with a voice that sounds nothing like Urkel.

"I don't know if I can top that, but I did go out with this girl once who was really into a capella singing. Just--always. She didn't need an excuse. And she was part of one of those groups that do Mormon-themed parodies of pop music, so she always wanted to run the lyrics by me first and I had to pretend they were good..."

[thislastrequest]

Small talk could be amusing in its own way, but this sort of gentle teasing, and sharing of some secrets that might not have come out until much later, if at all. For Abbie, too, voices are a thing, and she very much enjoys Dallin's - well. Now that he's actually talking to her.

So Abbie might snicker a bit under her breath, but it's not meant in any sort of a disrespectful way. It would've been ... interesting enough to deal with someone singing around the house, but ... Mormon-themed parodies? "Except ... they were terrible?"

[dontjudgeabook]

"So terrible. Just...so bad. You haven't lived until you've heard Lady Gaga lyrics rewritten to be about saving yourself for marriage." He doesn't think she's being disrespectful at all; he's just pleased to be able to make her laugh.

"It could've been worse, I'm sure."

[thislastrequest]

"Maybe I don't have the brainpower to be very creative at the moment, but all I'm coming up with is Born to Pray." Abbie chuckles, ducking her head, seemingly hiding behind the thick curtain of her hair as it fell over her face. "I hope that isn't very insensitive of me. I mean, you said Mormon-themed Lady Gaga songs, and I can't help where my mind takes me."

[dontjudgeabook]

That's bad enough to be good, and gets a dorky laugh out of him, after which he leans his chin on his hand to cover his mouth.

"Actually, she didn't even bother to change the title of Bad Romance. But that was my idea, to leave it as is, so I can't call it lazy." He grins, a little sheepish about the fact that he was that involved.

"You don't have to worry about being insensitive. I'm not going to get offended or anything. I'm just a jack Mormon. Like...a lapsed Catholic." Religion's probably still a heavy topic to bring up in a first real conversation, though, and he thinks maybe he should reconsider. "Not that I have anything against the Church. Any Church. You know."

[thislastrequest]

That laugh is not so dorky to make Abbie second-guess continuing on with the conversation. She's going to have a tough time getting up and making her way back to her office once lunch comes to an end, she's sure, because she is actually having a lot of fun, which she wasn't expecting.

She laughs all the harder at the admittance, the sound dying into a soft groan before she's able to speak again. "Not Bad Romance! That's my favorite Gaga song. And you can bet that I'm going to hold you at least somewhat responsible, too."

Here, she nods emphatically. While she likes to think that her prayers are heard, she doesn't think that she needs to be a member of a church in order to share them. "Good to know. I really would hate to offend you, accidentally or otherwise. It's nice to know that I don't really have to worry about that."

[dontjudgeabook]

"It wasn't my fault! I couldn't stop her; all I could do was mitigate the damage. I got her to leave Poker Face alone--does that not mean anything?"

Laughter is contagious, and he'll be in a good mood for the rest of the day after this--maybe he'll even move that fifth-period pop quiz to tomorrow and give his class warning so they can study. And he finds it really nice, really respectable, how concerned she is with making sure she doesn't trample on any beliefs--not everyone is so considerate. "Yeah, don't worry at all. It's all good. Just let me know if I--you know--say anything off-color either?"

[thislastrequest]

"It would if that were one of my favorites. It's bad enough that she tampered with Bad Romance, I'm not sure I want to know what else she changed!" She laughs again, shaking her head, and then she continues. "But then again, I am kind of morbidly curious to hear more, so."

That makes two of them, then. And it's not like she's got classes to teach, or quizzes to give out, but if anyone comes to see her during the course of the afternoon, it will be very clear to see how amused she is. When she gets home, she might even text her closest friend - her younger brother - to tell him what's happened this afternoon.

"You won't. I'm pretty hard to offend, actually. It'll take a lot more than an off-color joke to do it."

[dontjudgeabook]

"I can do you one better and find it on Youtube for you, if you let me know where to email the link."

He does feel a momentary twinge of guilt for actually showing Caitlin's song to someone to make fun of it, but Dallin can be more mean-spirited than he intends to be when trying to bond with people. And anyway, it's not like his ex is ever going to know.

[thislastrequest]

If it's good, then there will be no making fun. And if it's bad, there might be some making fun, but not in any sort of mean-spirited way. Abbie doesn't have it in her to be deliberately awful. It just sounds funny, that's all, Mormon pop parodies.

There were, of course, worse things out there, more harmful things. She just wants to see and hear this medley for herself.

"School e-mail would work. It's AdotJansen, and you know the rest."