05.03: Danny and Noah (Joint Post)

Danny saw the gorgeous woman walking away as he rounded the corner, It took him a moment to register the skinny white guy who was also looking at her retreating back.
“Hot!” Danny said.
“Huh?” Noah replied realising there was someone else there.
“That bitch is hot.”
Noah laughed. “I wouldn’t let her hear you say that, she will have you running suicides till you puke if she does.”
“My bad,” Danny said finally turning his attention to the guy. “I’m Danny, new arrival.”
“Noah,” he didn’t offer his hand to shake, it was such an old people thing to do. “Welcome to mutant high. I have been here a while.”
“That’s some accent, you from the south?”
Noah nodded. “Very south.”
“Like Louisiana?” Danny asked, that voice did not sound Cajun, or whatever it was called.
“No man, I am Afrikaans.”
New word. Africa something, aunts? Africa Aunts? Tha made no sense. Danny delivered his own ‘huh?’.
“South Africa, I am from South Africa.”
It sounded like ‘Sith Efrica’ but Danny got it.
“Good to meet you Noah. Who was the hot babe? Faculty?”
“Sort of, she comes in from town to teach dance, she has a studio there.”
“You dance?”
Noah thought for a moment. Yeah, he would do it. “Ja, I am taking up ballet again.”
Danny took a moment. “Ballet? With the tights and the little… what they call them two-twos?”
“Tights yes, tutu no. This isn’t the Billy Elliot stage show.”
“The what?”
Noah shook his head and said not to bother. “You had orientation and got a room?”
Danny said he had, he had a standard issue phone which had a mass of information about the school on it. “They gave me this,” Danny said showing the phone. “I don’t think I will be getting lost anytime soon. Ballet? Really? Isn’t that like for fags?”
Noah laughed. “No. And unless you like punishment detail I would keep the homophobia to yourself.”
“Hey it's just a word.”
“So’s kaffir.”
New word. “What does that mean?’
“Back home the nearest translation would be nigger.”
“Oh.”
“Hate speech will land you in deep shit Danny. We ‘muties’ have enough to deal with without bigotry from our own.”
“Yeah sorry man, my bad. Won’t happen again.”
Danny could see that Noah wasn’t upset by the exchange.
“Let’s get a coffee, my guess if you are anything like me you got several billion questions.”
“And then some.”