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homeless_pard) wrote2022-03-14 09:19 pm
homeless_pard) wrote2022-03-14 09:19 pm
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Well...that's a thing
Who: Beryl and 'Lani
When: A week or two after he starts hanging out with the other dancers after work.
What: Young questions!
She'd just finished her morning run after hitting the bag for a bit and was leaning over the sink so the water she was running over her flushed neck and chest didn't cause a need for mopping. The apartment snicked softly behind her but she didn't panic because only one person had that key..."you're going to be tired as fuck come shift time," she snorted, glancing up.
Lani blinked a touch owlishly at her then grinned, "look who's talking, we have a shower you know..."
"Eh, just wanted to spot cool," she snorted, standing up and draping the kitchen towel over her shoulders as she looked him over, "had fun?"
"Yes! We watched movies!" he grinned, closing the door and setting the shoes he'd been carrying instead of wearing for some reason on the small rack they had. "And ate so much pizza!"
Heh...sounded...fun. Damn it. "Glad you remembered to eat, going to crash out for a bit?" Her cousin shifted, shuffling his feet a bit. She knew the classic signs after all these years, "spit it out cuz!"
A deep breath then Lani was...mumbling at his feet "Howdoyouknowifyoulikeaboy?"
Oh. "What?"
"I mean...how do you...know?" He couldn't say it all again, especially given there was the slightest hint of rose on his skin. Blushing boy, yeah, she'd snicker but that'd be mean.
"...same way you know you like a girl I imagine. You've dated, you've had fun before, do you feel the same rush with said boy?" Made sense to her?
Lani swallowed, padding in to snag the milk jug and sit on the counter to sip it, "but that's just it. I know I like girls, isn't it..."
"Isn't it what?"
"Weird? To change that? Or rude to maybe ask someone but then what if it was a mistake?"
Oh hell. Eric would laugh hearing this honestly, 'like his mom' indeed. That bitch could never have fielded this, that was her job as slightly older role model apparently. "It's not weird, Lani. At all. Maybe you like both. Maybe you like mostly girls with rare exceptions. Maybe you just like a particular shape of hips on someone no matter the gender. Hell, look at where we work boy." Weren't there plenty of non-standard people being perfectly themselves there without too much issue? "And you don't need to have that shit locked in stone by age fifteen, thirty, or even eighty. People are complicated."
He blinked at her, feeling maybe a touch embarrassed..."but what if I'm wrong?"
She poked his forehead and snagged the milk to drink a bit before her shifter relative finished the damn thing, "so? People are wrong about attraction all the time. It's kind of why dating exists. To feel things out. Sure, you can ride along on the hormones and just have fun too, that's a valid option, but if it's bothering you enough to actually worry you'll offend someone you probably want more than that." Probably?
"How do you just...know Beryl? All that already?"
Huh? "I don't." What? "I'm just not going to give anyone else hell for figuring their shit out, or having their preferences or whatever. Hard enough dealing with my own head, giving restrictive as shit advice is just stupid." And she did try to avoid being stupid?
"You're such...such and adult," he sighed at last. "Are you sure you're only two years older than me?"
"Ouch, what was that for you little snot?" she grumbled, slapping his shoulder.
"Ow hey, I meant it as a compliment! I mean you're dating, you found jobs we can both enjoy, we rent an apartment because you dragged me to the idea of it..."
"I needed someplace to hang my bag and...wait. What?"
"What what?" he blinked.
"Back that up, dating? Since when am I dating? That's out of left field!"
He...blinked, gaping a moment, "aren't you just getting home too?"
"...yessss? From a run, cuz."
"Then you just...um, have a lot of sex?"
The long, blank stare made him fidget yes it did. "No? What the hell Lani?"
Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, "but that's...Eric?"
Eric. "Who...do I have to kill?" she sighed. "I'm not sleeping with anyone, much less one of the first friends I've made in ages, Lani. Thanks."
"...everyone...says, well, he's..."
Great. She snorted, slapping him with the dishtowel, "think I will take that shower. Get your ass to sleep."
"Beryl! Beryl I'm sorry!" he yelped, popping off the counter. "Are you like...?"
"What do the dancers want to know now? A prude? A virgin?" she snorted. "No, in both cases. Had my fair number of track boys in school. Then shit had to get real for a while." Witness their current life.
"I'm sorry!"
"Listen, I get it. Rumors are fucking easy to believe. So now we drop it okay? Back to your first question, tangent now...whoever the fuck you feel like dating, be good for them. And if they aren't good for you I'm kicking their ass okay? Now get me a clean towel, I don't know where half the clean laundry went." Bah.
Baaaah.
When: A week or two after he starts hanging out with the other dancers after work.
What: Young questions!
She'd just finished her morning run after hitting the bag for a bit and was leaning over the sink so the water she was running over her flushed neck and chest didn't cause a need for mopping. The apartment snicked softly behind her but she didn't panic because only one person had that key..."you're going to be tired as fuck come shift time," she snorted, glancing up.
Lani blinked a touch owlishly at her then grinned, "look who's talking, we have a shower you know..."
"Eh, just wanted to spot cool," she snorted, standing up and draping the kitchen towel over her shoulders as she looked him over, "had fun?"
"Yes! We watched movies!" he grinned, closing the door and setting the shoes he'd been carrying instead of wearing for some reason on the small rack they had. "And ate so much pizza!"
Heh...sounded...fun. Damn it. "Glad you remembered to eat, going to crash out for a bit?" Her cousin shifted, shuffling his feet a bit. She knew the classic signs after all these years, "spit it out cuz!"
A deep breath then Lani was...mumbling at his feet "Howdoyouknowifyoulikeaboy?"
Oh. "What?"
"I mean...how do you...know?" He couldn't say it all again, especially given there was the slightest hint of rose on his skin. Blushing boy, yeah, she'd snicker but that'd be mean.
"...same way you know you like a girl I imagine. You've dated, you've had fun before, do you feel the same rush with said boy?" Made sense to her?
Lani swallowed, padding in to snag the milk jug and sit on the counter to sip it, "but that's just it. I know I like girls, isn't it..."
"Isn't it what?"
"Weird? To change that? Or rude to maybe ask someone but then what if it was a mistake?"
Oh hell. Eric would laugh hearing this honestly, 'like his mom' indeed. That bitch could never have fielded this, that was her job as slightly older role model apparently. "It's not weird, Lani. At all. Maybe you like both. Maybe you like mostly girls with rare exceptions. Maybe you just like a particular shape of hips on someone no matter the gender. Hell, look at where we work boy." Weren't there plenty of non-standard people being perfectly themselves there without too much issue? "And you don't need to have that shit locked in stone by age fifteen, thirty, or even eighty. People are complicated."
He blinked at her, feeling maybe a touch embarrassed..."but what if I'm wrong?"
She poked his forehead and snagged the milk to drink a bit before her shifter relative finished the damn thing, "so? People are wrong about attraction all the time. It's kind of why dating exists. To feel things out. Sure, you can ride along on the hormones and just have fun too, that's a valid option, but if it's bothering you enough to actually worry you'll offend someone you probably want more than that." Probably?
"How do you just...know Beryl? All that already?"
Huh? "I don't." What? "I'm just not going to give anyone else hell for figuring their shit out, or having their preferences or whatever. Hard enough dealing with my own head, giving restrictive as shit advice is just stupid." And she did try to avoid being stupid?
"You're such...such and adult," he sighed at last. "Are you sure you're only two years older than me?"
"Ouch, what was that for you little snot?" she grumbled, slapping his shoulder.
"Ow hey, I meant it as a compliment! I mean you're dating, you found jobs we can both enjoy, we rent an apartment because you dragged me to the idea of it..."
"I needed someplace to hang my bag and...wait. What?"
"What what?" he blinked.
"Back that up, dating? Since when am I dating? That's out of left field!"
He...blinked, gaping a moment, "aren't you just getting home too?"
"...yessss? From a run, cuz."
"Then you just...um, have a lot of sex?"
The long, blank stare made him fidget yes it did. "No? What the hell Lani?"
Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, "but that's...Eric?"
Eric. "Who...do I have to kill?" she sighed. "I'm not sleeping with anyone, much less one of the first friends I've made in ages, Lani. Thanks."
"...everyone...says, well, he's..."
Great. She snorted, slapping him with the dishtowel, "think I will take that shower. Get your ass to sleep."
"Beryl! Beryl I'm sorry!" he yelped, popping off the counter. "Are you like...?"
"What do the dancers want to know now? A prude? A virgin?" she snorted. "No, in both cases. Had my fair number of track boys in school. Then shit had to get real for a while." Witness their current life.
"I'm sorry!"
"Listen, I get it. Rumors are fucking easy to believe. So now we drop it okay? Back to your first question, tangent now...whoever the fuck you feel like dating, be good for them. And if they aren't good for you I'm kicking their ass okay? Now get me a clean towel, I don't know where half the clean laundry went." Bah.
Baaaah.