Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

14. Daniel - Garmisch-Partenkirchen - Day of qualification

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So this chapter was/is really tricky to translate and that's why I just wanted to write some notes at the beginning. A little explaination of some words I didn't translate (I know it's not funny anymore if you explain a joke but yeah...)

The german word for mince is "Hackepeter". Composed of the words "Hack" which means "chop" in English and the name "Peter" (Please don't ask me why, I don't know... German is strange). Okay, I think you already know why I used the word.
And the second one I have to explain is "Petersilie", which means parsley in English. So we also have the name "Peter" in it.
That's important to know to understand the part in the middle.
Okay, like ever, I hope the english isn't that bad, so you could enjoy reading it at least a little bit. 

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"I asked if your mother does this auric thing with your girlfriends, too", Curiously, Domen looked at him and Daniel could only stare paralyzed back. The shirt for Peter, he held in his hand, lowered automatically to the ground. The word girlfriends floated uncomfortably above him and produced a huge echo in his head. It just froze every other thought in his mind. In complete contrast to everything else in his body. He heard his quick heartbeat, the rush of his blood, felt his breath, which had briefly stopped in shock, then had re-insert and assume an inconspicuous form of snap-breathing. All this roared through his brain, which almost desperately sought a way out.

That was exactly the direction the conversation shouldn't take. Because of him, they could talk about sexually transmitted diseases or something like that. Everything would be better. "That's what she does with everyone," he finally choked out as vaguely as possible, watching Domens countenance. The sphinx let Daniel have a look looked at his cards and told him, through a dissatisfied frown, that he had hoped for a different answer. But which answer?

"What about you? " Daniel asked nervously, running his tongue over his dry lips.

Tense, he studied Domen, who was only a few centimeters away from him. His hands buried deep in his pockets. How easy it would be to overcome the distance between them and ... Domen wouldn't even see it coming. No warning. Nothing. What about option number three? You ride together in the sunset?

"That-um ... nothing. There. I mean, nothing to tell. Unlike other people in the room, "the younger one stammered in front of him, his lips twisted disgruntled. Daniel had probably never been closer to them.

Now get your shit together, Daniel! Distance! Seventeen! You remember? His mind struggled painfully to come back to the surface. "Oh, I don't know, Butterprincess. Since you have joined the world cup, a lot of chaos has descended upon us all. I think there's a lot to tell, "he finally explained with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face, which shifted a bit.

"No idea what you're talking about Slowcoach, but may I remind you that you too are mostly present. Just some hints: the falling skis, ice crash in the lobby- "

"Your garbage bag, your shoe, and I'm sure if I have more time, I can think of a few more things, that would clearly prove whose presence is significant," Daniel pointed out with the help of his fingers.

"It's always a pleasure to me to cheer up your otherwise boring life. Maybe I should demand something in return, "Domen grinned determinedly, leaning forward and Daniel began to sweat.

"Something in return?" What did Domen want to? Daniel stroke through his hair.

"Reward, Slowcoach. Like if you would be payed for something. My favorite currency: forest tales. You know, those that you keep under lock and key, "the younger one demanded, moving even closer to the Norwegian.