[ He has time to make a confused, questioning noise - before the noise itself serves as some sort of translator and he understands the question. And then laughs, just a little.
He heads into the kitchen portion of the open space to fill a glass of water for Chris. ]
Not allergic, just really deeply apathetic about it and not a big fan of clutter. I'm sure I'll eventually accumulate something if I'm here a while.
[He lingers in the living room, eyes trailing to the large windows in lieu of anything more interesting to look at. It was weird being this down low in the building. When he and Fes had lived here, they'd been much higher up.]
I hope you do, this' almost depressing. Sterile. Festival and I draped the couches in blankets and pillows and made a veritable pillow fort out of the living room. Stayed that way until we moved out.
[He flashes a smile to Scott once he's back in the room.]
At least it's none of that 'don't want to admit I live here' kinda stuff.
[ There's something about 1-a being his housing that keeps striking him as vaguely funny, but he couldn't easily identify what. Something symbolic in his position in the x-men and his personality.
He returns the smile with a faint one of his own - not tentative, that's just how his face works - and hands over the glass of water.]
I'd break both my ankles the first time I got up in the middle of the night for a class of water if the living room was a pillow fort. [ Maybe not, but also really possible and dryly amused and self-depreciating. ] Festival's who your contract's with?
[He takes the glass of water and smiles into his sip. He doubts that, but it's a funny visual. When he sets the glass down and nods, there's affection clear in him.]
Yeah. Four foot tall catfolk. A good friend and only contract I've ever had.
[Only contract he'd ever need, so long as the city didn't take one of them again.]
I have the sudden desire to introduce him to Kurt, and I'm not sure why.
[ Kurt is neither short nor a cat. Maybe it's the ears and tail implications. He doesn't know. He does go and sit on the couch, finally, because... he can't just stay standing indefinitely. Even if he kind of wants to. ]
No idea who that is, but as long as they can handle a cat with a sense of humor and energy who celebrates his god with drinking, I think it'll be fine.
[Which is not at all all that Festival is, but it was a decent enough summary. Esepcially when...well, he hadn't come here to talk about Fes, as ready and willing as he was to just start talking about his partner whenever.
Scott sits and Chris takes up the water again to have another sip before setting the rest aside for later.]
You ready? Anything particular you like or you want as little fuss as possible?
[ If he were a little less composed (or trained to be) and his eyes and area around it weren't so effectively hidden, he'd probably look pretty startled. Blinking, eyes widening stuff.
As it is he just goes silent and then- ]
You're doing me a favor. Whatever you want's fine. Including the pillow which you can steal from the couch and use however you want.
[That’s…fine, he supposes, for this. It’s not a scene, just something simple. A means to an end. Besides, Scott seemed like a reasonable man, if anything made him uncomfortable, he’d probably say something.]
Alright.
[He snatches one of the pillows and tosses it down by Scott’s feet, but leans down over him with a hand braced on the couch by his head.]
I might be doing you a favor, doesn’t mean it’s got to be unpleasant or unfun.
[He flashes a little smile and brings his free hand up to cup under Scott’s jaw as he leans in to press a kiss to his lips. It’s soft for the moment while Chris waits to see if it’s even welcome.]
[ Scott thinks, somewhat distantly, that he is really good to need a 'no touching above the neck' tattoo across his forehead. Except his hair would probably cover it and then people would try to brush it away to read it and defeat the purpose.
He's never realized how natural that is for people in intimate situations. Hasn't had enough of those with enough people, he supposes.
Instead he just gently, slowly and methodically moves Chris' hand down to his neck, before letting his own hand settle on Chris' shoulder.
Surprisingly - or not - once that's done he really is into the kiss. Okay, he's not super turned on by it immediately, there's a little tenativeness, but he perceptibly relaxes and unwinds, gets more confident and even goes to deepen it himself.
What? Affection - including kissing - is something he really, really likes. ]
[Chris can take a hint, at least, and is more than comfortable with keeping his hand where it's placed.
Especially when Scott starts leaning into the kiss himself. That was a good sign and Chris is more than happy to reciprocate. He pours his focus into the movement of lips and the slide of tongue as he slightly shifts their angle to press deeper. It's assertive, but not meant to overwhelm. What Scott gives, Chris matches.
His hand at Scott's neck slips down, idly touching over Scott's shoulder and chest with no particular goal in mind beyond contact. They could start simple, especially if it had Scott relaxing like he is.]
It's a relief, to be honest. It allows Scott to use the kiss as a grounding point, focus completely on it and not worry too much about 'taking the lead' in it, which requires a more active thought process. It keeps him more relaxed and just enjoy being touched.
It doesn't take long to get a soft, muffled, groan out of him, accompanied by his hands moving. Not in some dramatic way just less still and less quiet. Sliding his fingers up and down Chris' spine, letting his nails catch and drag lightly.
This? Is actually, almost to his surprise, really, really just nice. Good, even.]
[Oh, that's nice. He likes his back being touched. Well, he likes being touched in these sorts of situations anyway, but the small glide of pressure over his back sends small shivers through him. There's a small flicker in his mind, a recognition Scott was just fun to kiss, never mind anything else, but he sets that aside for later.
For now, he focuses on the kisses he leads them through, the alternating between gentle and something just a touch more hungry. His hand still on the back of the couch shifts to Scott's shoulder instead, something more grounding for himself to avoid sticking his fingers in Scott's hair like he's inclined to.
When he feels like Scott's more relaxed and he can feel the kiss-bruised soreness in his lips, Chris' wandering hand slips further and further down to trail across Scott's thigh, then further in to lightly brush between his legs.]
[ Somewhere between the... coaxing, alternating rhythm inside the kiss - heated, steadier, back again, and the careful lightness and drift of Chris' hand sliding up Scott realizes two things: 1-) He's being managed. 2-) What Chris was asking about was less 'how do you want your dick sucked' than providing him an opportunity to tell Chris how to be careful with him.
He should probably resent anyone this young being this careful with him.
He doesn't. If anything, he's impressed.
That would be different with one of His People, but it isn't for this.
He's even impressed, once he realizes, with Chris seeking him out to make the offer.
Those realizations happen quickly, and in no way translate to a pause in his reactions. There's a faint catch in his breath, and his fingers skirting up Chris' back one more time before loosely wrapping around his arm, where it's braced. Not moving him or stopping him, just giving himself an anchor point.
That realization actually adds a surge of heat to the touch and the kiss, has him more easily just letting his legs fall further apart and make room and resulting in his cock hardening. Makes it easier to shut down too much tought, somehow.
The noise he makes is a little strangled but that's mostly because he is both turned on, wants to groan and is trying to not almost... laugh at himself.
He gives Chris' arm a gentle squeeze. That he hopes is reassuring.
[Reassuring is what he gets from the touch and the reaction under his hand. Chris settles more between Scott's legs and slowly lowers himself to his knees, the kiss breaking as slowly as he can make it, like it aches to do so.
In some ways, it does. Chris was weak to a good kiss and he knew it, but he'd come here with a purpose in mind. Maybe next time he could kiss Scott's lips numb while he offered a simple handjob, if there'd be a next time. It was a thought for later that filed itself away quickly.
Chris' lips fell in a trail of light kisses down Scott's neck and even his clothed chest as he went. Once he was settled between the other man's legs properly, he ran his hands along the inside of those spread thighs and presses a kiss to Scott's hardening cock through his pants. Deft fingers reach to take hold of button and zipper, but not before Chris looks up to check Scott's expression.
It's hard with those sunglasses on, but he looks for lines around his brows and mouth, tension in his jaw, anything that would tell him he should stop or at least slow down.]
[ Scott's warm, relaxed, turned on and enjoying the heat of Chris' mouth and the slow careful slide of his hands. Likes the texture of hair under his hands. He's flushed, hard, breathing easily and just a little bit faster than usual.
He's fine.
Until he's not.
There's no freak out involved. The point warmly turned on should (would) turn into sexual tension building toward release just doesn't happen. He can't get quite far enough out of his head or let go of enough physical control to let it happen. Too much awareness that he doesn't know Chris, of quota and consequences of both quota and of what happens if he really loses control, and -
just a lot of crap.
So rather than slowly building tension, a crescendo and release it's... slowly building tension, a plateau that holds and then turns into frustration.
And some new things to feel shitty about, but regardless he has to eventually, gently, tug Chris' hair.
This is one of Chris' most favorite sexual activities, he's done it a lot, so while every person is different, there's a general rhythm to these things he expects. When Scott doesn't seem to be reaching that edge, just skirting along it, there's something in Chris' head that tells him something's up. He's too distracted, not into Chris enough, too busy imagining someone else but the differences are too noticeable. Something. At the very least, he does know it's not his skills or probably even him at all, not in a personal way, so when Scott tugs at his hair to pull him off, Chris goes without fuss.
Green eyes look up to him as he brings the back of his hand up to wipe at his mouth while his other hand wraps around the base of Scott's cock, mostly only to hold for now.]
Hey...s'alright. What's in your head?
[His voice is a little rough, but there's genuine concern in it all the same.]
That I need to find less perceptive people to fail quota with.
[ It's dry, but in that exact moment that's about what he's thinking. Call him out precisely, why don't you? Would be almost easier just to try to soothe a wounded ego, but then that wouldn't be Chris -
and not knowing Chris well doesn't mean he isn't sure that would be hard to accomplish.
The guy is good with his mouth.
Also wondering why color Chris' eyes are, but that's an idle background thought. Secondary to the fact that he's got a hand around his dick, which is in turn secondary to all the rest of the shit. Like being called out.]
He chuckles for the quip, but doesn't deny it. He knows he's good at reading people, sometimes to his or their annoyance, but still. He shakes his head.]
No one's failing quota while I've any hand involved. There's other ways through this.
[He squeezes the hand wrapped around Scott as emphasis, but only offers a brief kiss to the head before Chris tucks him back into his jeans and scoots back to give the man room to stand.]
But, yeah. Drink first, cause it sounds like you're in need as well.
Scott had meant water, but something with some alcoholic content and a stronger taste would probably not go awry right now and-
Fine. He might be drinking too much - again - but it's still less than it was.
He gets up as soon as he's got space to, drags a hand through his hair and heads straight to the fridge to grab a couple of beers. He hands one to Chris rather than toss it, since who knows if the guy can catch. He doesn't want to make this more awkward. ]
[The water Chris fetches from for himself from where he'd left it while Scott gets up to head into the kitchen. It's a good rinse and soothes a bit of the ache left behind in his throat and jaw. He could use magic, but it wasn't that bad or that distracting.
The beer he accepts with a nod, but keeps his place on the floor in front of the couch, long legs stretched out both out of habit and for his knees.]
Funny you should say that...cause I'm starting to see a measure of similarity between us two and, frankly, what that similarity measures out to is the closed off part. The part that thinks what we're thinking and feeling ought stay safely locked tight else it come out sharp or wrong or both.
So...when you say you're fine...
[He takes a swig from the can, but his attention is locked on Scott.]
[ Scott sits back on the couch, one leg bent under him and the other one stretched out. He's pretty well muscled, but he's got a lot of flexibility, and a lot of his height is in his legs, too.
Much simpler similarities than whatever it is Chris is picking up on.
And broadcasting. ]
So when I say I'm fine I mean that I am in absolutely no danger of killing anyone or collapsing past the point of functionality.
And I feel the need to say that my unwillingness to express myself is not entirely because I'm afraid of being misunderstood.
[...Well, to be fair, that was a reasonable baseline and Chris nods again as he sets the drink aside.]
Well, fair's fair, that's a fine measure, most part. I'll not press your second point, but worth mentioning my curiosity's in play all the same.
That said...functioning don't mean you're not ripping at yourself in small ways, like picking a scab so the wound can't close proper.
Any number'll get into your head and mess with your ability to bed someone, but that's a dangerous thing here. Might be worth revaluating your bottom line 'fine.'
[ Yeah, yeah, the rest of the reasons are all complicated and would take too much effort with someone who doesn't already know him.
Which is absolutely one of the reasons. He's going to move on - after he takes another drink of his beer.]
I know. [ Meaning that's a fair assessment. ] At least in as much as any situation where fine doesn't quite apply needs a plan to deal with. I don't mind breaking them but doing so deliberately is... more controlled. I passed quota the first time with illegal sex and accidental drug exposure. I'd rather not be reliant on their rules, but there's always... exploiting definitions. Probably.
Look, my contract partner's not one for sex at all in any circumstance. He makes his by working for the cams. Other people get off on him dancing or doing whatever and he never need see them. Another friend watches others take care of each other and he gets credit for being there.
[He shrugs. Neither were for him, but if they made Festival and Jon's lives easier here, he'd tear anyone a new hole who argued it didn't count for some reason.]
To my knowledge, definition of 'meeting quota' just requires one party to get off and that party need not have deep involvement, depending.
Now...what's your definition of 'exploiting' and 'probably.'
[ He's both impressed and mildly irritated by Chris in that exact moment, which probably means he actually likes him. He can't even pretend it's entirely unexpected - it's not like he didn't already know Chris was smart and perceptive and pushy.
Those are the reasons he accepted that offer to begin with.
The irritation's just at having it turned on him. ]
I gave brief thought to taking up stripping. Maybe I'll go back to that. [ That is a joke, and his wry tone is probably a clue. It's a decent idea, he just knows he probably literally cannot. Too stiff. Maybe drunk enough, but bad plan. ] The second is more what I meant about exploiting. The probably is more about whether or not I manage to actually talk to people enough to make that happen.
There's always... telepathic assistance, I guess. That's an easier conversation to have -- and yes, I realize I should be telling you what my hangup is, I will do that as soon as I've finished sorting it out and can present it with any level of coherence.
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Date: 2022-03-01 07:19 pm (UTC)He heads into the kitchen portion of the open space to fill a glass of water for Chris. ]
Not allergic, just really deeply apathetic about it and not a big fan of clutter. I'm sure I'll eventually accumulate something if I'm here a while.
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Date: 2022-03-01 08:05 pm (UTC)I hope you do, this' almost depressing. Sterile. Festival and I draped the couches in blankets and pillows and made a veritable pillow fort out of the living room. Stayed that way until we moved out.
[He flashes a smile to Scott once he's back in the room.]
At least it's none of that 'don't want to admit I live here' kinda stuff.
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Date: 2022-03-01 08:25 pm (UTC)He returns the smile with a faint one of his own - not tentative, that's just how his face works - and hands over the glass of water.]
I'd break both my ankles the first time I got up in the middle of the night for a class of water if the living room was a pillow fort. [ Maybe not, but also really possible and dryly amused and self-depreciating. ] Festival's who your contract's with?
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Date: 2022-03-01 08:43 pm (UTC)Yeah. Four foot tall catfolk. A good friend and only contract I've ever had.
[Only contract he'd ever need, so long as the city didn't take one of them again.]
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Date: 2022-03-02 06:32 pm (UTC)[ Kurt is neither short nor a cat. Maybe it's the ears and tail implications. He doesn't know. He does go and sit on the couch, finally, because... he can't just stay standing indefinitely. Even if he kind of wants to. ]
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Date: 2022-03-02 10:10 pm (UTC)[Which is not at all all that Festival is, but it was a decent enough summary. Esepcially when...well, he hadn't come here to talk about Fes, as ready and willing as he was to just start talking about his partner whenever.
Scott sits and Chris takes up the water again to have another sip before setting the rest aside for later.]
You ready? Anything particular you like or you want as little fuss as possible?
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Date: 2022-03-03 04:27 am (UTC)As it is he just goes silent and then- ]
You're doing me a favor. Whatever you want's fine. Including the pillow which you can steal from the couch and use however you want.
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Date: 2022-03-03 05:45 am (UTC)Alright.
[He snatches one of the pillows and tosses it down by Scott’s feet, but leans down over him with a hand braced on the couch by his head.]
I might be doing you a favor, doesn’t mean it’s got to be unpleasant or unfun.
[He flashes a little smile and brings his free hand up to cup under Scott’s jaw as he leans in to press a kiss to his lips. It’s soft for the moment while Chris waits to see if it’s even welcome.]
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Date: 2022-03-03 04:49 pm (UTC)He's never realized how natural that is for people in intimate situations. Hasn't had enough of those with enough people, he supposes.
Instead he just gently, slowly and methodically moves Chris' hand down to his neck, before letting his own hand settle on Chris' shoulder.
Surprisingly - or not - once that's done he really is into the kiss. Okay, he's not super turned on by it immediately, there's a little tenativeness, but he perceptibly relaxes and unwinds, gets more confident and even goes to deepen it himself.
What? Affection - including kissing - is something he really, really likes. ]
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Date: 2022-03-03 05:38 pm (UTC)Especially when Scott starts leaning into the kiss himself. That was a good sign and Chris is more than happy to reciprocate. He pours his focus into the movement of lips and the slide of tongue as he slightly shifts their angle to press deeper. It's assertive, but not meant to overwhelm. What Scott gives, Chris matches.
His hand at Scott's neck slips down, idly touching over Scott's shoulder and chest with no particular goal in mind beyond contact. They could start simple, especially if it had Scott relaxing like he is.]
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Date: 2022-03-04 03:53 pm (UTC)It's a relief, to be honest. It allows Scott to use the kiss as a grounding point, focus completely on it and not worry too much about 'taking the lead' in it, which requires a more active thought process. It keeps him more relaxed and just enjoy being touched.
It doesn't take long to get a soft, muffled, groan out of him, accompanied by his hands moving. Not in some dramatic way just less still and less quiet. Sliding his fingers up and down Chris' spine, letting his nails catch and drag lightly.
This? Is actually, almost to his surprise, really, really just nice. Good, even.]
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Date: 2022-03-04 06:47 pm (UTC)For now, he focuses on the kisses he leads them through, the alternating between gentle and something just a touch more hungry. His hand still on the back of the couch shifts to Scott's shoulder instead, something more grounding for himself to avoid sticking his fingers in Scott's hair like he's inclined to.
When he feels like Scott's more relaxed and he can feel the kiss-bruised soreness in his lips, Chris' wandering hand slips further and further down to trail across Scott's thigh, then further in to lightly brush between his legs.]
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Date: 2022-03-04 08:17 pm (UTC)1-) He's being managed.
2-) What Chris was asking about was less 'how do you want your dick sucked' than providing him an opportunity to tell Chris how to be careful with him.
He should probably resent anyone this young being this careful with him.
He doesn't. If anything, he's impressed.
That would be different with one of His People, but it isn't for this.
He's even impressed, once he realizes, with Chris seeking him out to make the offer.
Those realizations happen quickly, and in no way translate to a pause in his reactions. There's a faint catch in his breath, and his fingers skirting up Chris' back one more time before loosely wrapping around his arm, where it's braced. Not moving him or stopping him, just giving himself an anchor point.
That realization actually adds a surge of heat to the touch and the kiss, has him more easily just letting his legs fall further apart and make room and resulting in his cock hardening. Makes it easier to shut down too much tought, somehow.
The noise he makes is a little strangled but that's mostly because he is both turned on, wants to groan and is trying to not almost... laugh at himself.
He gives Chris' arm a gentle squeeze. That he hopes is reassuring.
God he misses telepathy.]
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Date: 2022-03-08 07:23 pm (UTC)In some ways, it does. Chris was weak to a good kiss and he knew it, but he'd come here with a purpose in mind. Maybe next time he could kiss Scott's lips numb while he offered a simple handjob, if there'd be a next time. It was a thought for later that filed itself away quickly.
Chris' lips fell in a trail of light kisses down Scott's neck and even his clothed chest as he went. Once he was settled between the other man's legs properly, he ran his hands along the inside of those spread thighs and presses a kiss to Scott's hardening cock through his pants. Deft fingers reach to take hold of button and zipper, but not before Chris looks up to check Scott's expression.
It's hard with those sunglasses on, but he looks for lines around his brows and mouth, tension in his jaw, anything that would tell him he should stop or at least slow down.]
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Date: 2022-03-08 08:04 pm (UTC)He's fine.
Until he's not.
There's no freak out involved. The point warmly turned on should (would) turn into sexual tension building toward release just doesn't happen. He can't get quite far enough out of his head or let go of enough physical control to let it happen. Too much awareness that he doesn't know Chris, of quota and consequences of both quota and of what happens if he really loses control, and -
just a lot of crap.
So rather than slowly building tension, a crescendo and release it's... slowly building tension, a plateau that holds and then turns into frustration.
And some new things to feel shitty about, but regardless he has to eventually, gently, tug Chris' hair.
]
This isn't going to work.
[ Does he sound guilty and strained? Yep. ]
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Date: 2022-03-08 08:16 pm (UTC)This is one of Chris' most favorite sexual activities, he's done it a lot, so while every person is different, there's a general rhythm to these things he expects. When Scott doesn't seem to be reaching that edge, just skirting along it, there's something in Chris' head that tells him something's up. He's too distracted, not into Chris enough, too busy imagining someone else but the differences are too noticeable. Something. At the very least, he does know it's not his skills or probably even him at all, not in a personal way, so when Scott tugs at his hair to pull him off, Chris goes without fuss.
Green eyes look up to him as he brings the back of his hand up to wipe at his mouth while his other hand wraps around the base of Scott's cock, mostly only to hold for now.]
Hey...s'alright. What's in your head?
[His voice is a little rough, but there's genuine concern in it all the same.]
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Date: 2022-03-08 08:31 pm (UTC)[ It's dry, but in that exact moment that's about what he's thinking. Call him out precisely, why don't you? Would be almost easier just to try to soothe a wounded ego, but then that wouldn't be Chris -
and not knowing Chris well doesn't mean he isn't sure that would be hard to accomplish.
The guy is good with his mouth.
Also wondering why color Chris' eyes are, but that's an idle background thought. Secondary to the fact that he's got a hand around his dick, which is in turn secondary to all the rest of the shit. Like being called out.]
You want a drink?
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Date: 2022-03-08 08:45 pm (UTC)No one's failing quota while I've any hand involved. There's other ways through this.
[He squeezes the hand wrapped around Scott as emphasis, but only offers a brief kiss to the head before Chris tucks him back into his jeans and scoots back to give the man room to stand.]
But, yeah. Drink first, cause it sounds like you're in need as well.
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Date: 2022-03-08 09:21 pm (UTC)Scott had meant water, but something with some alcoholic content and a stronger taste would probably not go awry right now and-
Fine. He might be drinking too much - again - but it's still less than it was.
He gets up as soon as he's got space to, drags a hand through his hair and heads straight to the fridge to grab a couple of beers. He hands one to Chris rather than toss it, since who knows if the guy can catch. He doesn't want to make this more awkward. ]
I'm fine, Chris.
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Date: 2022-03-08 09:47 pm (UTC)The beer he accepts with a nod, but keeps his place on the floor in front of the couch, long legs stretched out both out of habit and for his knees.]
Funny you should say that...cause I'm starting to see a measure of similarity between us two and, frankly, what that similarity measures out to is the closed off part. The part that thinks what we're thinking and feeling ought stay safely locked tight else it come out sharp or wrong or both.
So...when you say you're fine...
[He takes a swig from the can, but his attention is locked on Scott.]
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Date: 2022-03-08 09:55 pm (UTC)Much simpler similarities than whatever it is Chris is picking up on.
And broadcasting. ]
So when I say I'm fine I mean that I am in absolutely no danger of killing anyone or collapsing past the point of functionality.
And I feel the need to say that my unwillingness to express myself is not entirely because I'm afraid of being misunderstood.
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Date: 2022-03-08 10:18 pm (UTC)Well, fair's fair, that's a fine measure, most part. I'll not press your second point, but worth mentioning my curiosity's in play all the same.
That said...functioning don't mean you're not ripping at yourself in small ways, like picking a scab so the wound can't close proper.
Any number'll get into your head and mess with your ability to bed someone, but that's a dangerous thing here. Might be worth revaluating your bottom line 'fine.'
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Date: 2022-03-08 11:14 pm (UTC)Which is absolutely one of the reasons. He's going to move on - after he takes another drink of his beer.]
I know. [ Meaning that's a fair assessment. ] At least in as much as any situation where fine doesn't quite apply needs a plan to deal with. I don't mind breaking them but doing so deliberately is... more controlled. I passed quota the first time with illegal sex and accidental drug exposure. I'd rather not be reliant on their rules, but there's always... exploiting definitions. Probably.
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Date: 2022-03-08 11:21 pm (UTC)Look, my contract partner's not one for sex at all in any circumstance. He makes his by working for the cams. Other people get off on him dancing or doing whatever and he never need see them. Another friend watches others take care of each other and he gets credit for being there.
[He shrugs. Neither were for him, but if they made Festival and Jon's lives easier here, he'd tear anyone a new hole who argued it didn't count for some reason.]
To my knowledge, definition of 'meeting quota' just requires one party to get off and that party need not have deep involvement, depending.
Now...what's your definition of 'exploiting' and 'probably.'
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Date: 2022-03-08 11:29 pm (UTC)Those are the reasons he accepted that offer to begin with.
The irritation's just at having it turned on him. ]
I gave brief thought to taking up stripping. Maybe I'll go back to that. [ That is a joke, and his wry tone is probably a clue. It's a decent idea, he just knows he probably literally cannot. Too stiff. Maybe drunk enough, but bad plan. ] The second is more what I meant about exploiting. The probably is more about whether or not I manage to actually talk to people enough to make that happen.
There's always... telepathic assistance, I guess. That's an easier conversation to have -- and yes, I realize I should be telling you what my hangup is, I will do that as soon as I've finished sorting it out and can present it with any level of coherence.
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