[ Bastien hums. He is not sure he understands, himself. But he tries: ]
I don’t know. I’ve shared a bed with men before.
[ He pulls his cheek away from By’s shoulder to look at him, face a pantomime of someone trying to inspire jealousy. ]
A lot of men. I mean, so many.
[ As if By hasn’t shared with more. ]
But never a dog. Maybe it was reflexive, or—I don’t know. Orlesian snottiness. Kaitenese snottiness? Maybe it was cultural, for my parents. Maybe no one there allows animals in their houses. I don’t know.
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Date: 2023-01-16 05:25 pm (UTC)I don’t know. I’ve shared a bed with men before.
[ He pulls his cheek away from By’s shoulder to look at him, face a pantomime of someone trying to inspire jealousy. ]
A lot of men. I mean, so many.
[ As if By hasn’t shared with more. ]
But never a dog. Maybe it was reflexive, or—I don’t know. Orlesian snottiness. Kaitenese snottiness? Maybe it was cultural, for my parents. Maybe no one there allows animals in their houses. I don’t know.