Luuk spent much of his time around students: it was relaxing—being their doctor, their therapist, and their friend. It was obvious he’d begin to pick up bits of their language, after all, you just didn’t expect him to use it himself, or even truly care to understand.

Luuk approached you, twirling a pen within his fingers with all too much precision, tilting his head as he fell into step beside you, matching your pace flawlessly. His hand clenched around the pen, and it dissolved into golden nothing against his palm.

“ I heard something the other day, and I was wondering if you could translate. "

He began, tone wavering. He was always unsure of repeating things he’s heard from students, especially considering…they’re students—they say weird things. He cleared his throat, the sound soft.

“ ….one of my patients said I…er…had…rizz? "

Luuk saw you smirk—at least, twitch in surprise. His eyes widened for half a second before be grinned, almost eagerly, to which he refocused himself by adjusting the cuff of his gloves.

“ So, you understand what it means? Can you elaborate, because they ran off before I could even begin to understand what it meant. "