Logs:My, Zay... what a big, hairy mouth you have.
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin goes looking for Azaylia late one night in her weyr, forgetting she has a roommate, and runs into Bones instead. |
| Where: Azaylia and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, R'co/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Mave/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Bones and K'zin talk about sex, warnings and whatnot. Back-dated and played via gdocs. |
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| Azaylia and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Accessed via a narrow staircase from the Weyrleader's Complex, or from the broad, sunny ledge beyond, this weyr was clearly designed to be for one of the weyr's junior queens. Spacious, but not extravagant, it boasts a well-sized outer room, narrowing in front the well-sized dragon couch and ledge beyond. Much of this main room has been turned over to a couch and several chairs, which circle the hearth and the blue rug set down in front of it. There's a low table here, too, set in the middle of that rug. A tack-cupboard stands tidily behind the couch, keeping out of sight a rider's paraphernalia. Three low steps lead up onto a peculiar little landing, just large enough for the brand new desk and set of shelves that have been placed there. Here, too, there are definite pointers to the lived-in state of the weyr: the desk could in no way be described as tidy. Behind the desk, a narrow passage leads in an inner set of chambers, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area. A decent-sized bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with overstuffed down pillows and comforter. There's a nightstand on either side, and against one of the other walls, a tall, heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small shelf to hold toiletries. Unusually, the walls, ceiling and floor of this weyr have all been whitewashed thickly, covering the natural stone. The hearth is brand new, too, as are most of the built-in fittings, as though they have recently needed to be replaced.
From beneath a heavy stack of furs on Azaylia's couch, the only occupant of her weyr stirs from slumber. Reluctantly. "Mmrmph." The sound is soft enough to almost go unheard, though that's mostly due to the muffling work of many layers of furry hide piled atop him. If Azaylia was actually around, he'd simply allow himself to go back to sleep and let the girl have her gentleman caller without his consciousness interrupting things, but knowing she was gone makes him shift a bit beneath his choice of cover. With just a few squirms of his shoulders, he moves himself just enough to stick his mouth out into the open, the rest still hidden. "Yes, it is me, Azaylia. Your beautiful brown-skinned goldrider." His Azaylia impression is somehow even more rough than his normal tone, voice not even able to get close to her register. "Now bring me your fuck-cookies and klah, you stud!" Bones is fortunate that K'zin has some natural grace to him. Otherwise, the tray would be lost as the bronzerider first chokes - and then all at once seems to remember what he apparently had forgotten (probably because he's never actually seen Bones in Zay's weyr before) and ends up laughing. His face is tinged with blush as he approaches the couch. "Oh, baby, oh baby!" K'zin calls with playful drama. "Can't wait to get me some of that ass." As he approaches the side of the couch he slides the tray onto the low table and kneels, observing the blanket monster. "My, Zay. What... a big, hairy mouth you have." Since that's the only bit showing. "Yeah I forgot to shave." No attempt here to impersonate Azaylia. In tone at least. "I'm still sexy though right? Even with the beard?" The heavy furs finally lift, mound falling away from the big man as he sits up straight. He's shirtless, but still wearing his rough trousers and heavy boots, along with the leather cuffs at his wrists. "Azaylia's not here." Obvious by now, but Bones is still not completely awake judging by how he rubs the crust from his eyes and opens wide in a yawn. "But I gotta test this stuff for poison." As weak of an excuse as it is, it's enough for him to reach out for a mug and take a drink. "More sexy than I've ever seen you, to be sure." K'zin answers the fur-cloaked form with a big, goofy grin. Then the furs fall away, and he briefly mimes a dramatic look of surprise and shock, one hand going to clutch at his heart briefly before he drops the act and reaches to help hand the mug to the big man. He then snags his own, and rises of his knees, "Shove over, will you?" Evidently, he plans to stay. "No sense in my fuck-cookies and klah going to waste. Even if a chat with you, while pleasurable, is a good deal less pleasurable than the activities I'd hoped for." He grins, picking up a cookie from the tray. "How've you been, Bones?" "Eh, y'can mount her later." No time for mincing words without klah in his system, and so he takes a few audible slurps from his mug with one hand while the other shoves the sleeping furs down to the end of the couch. "Course y'didn't even need to spell your intentions out so clear. You ain't never smelled so damn clean. You friggen gargle with soapsand or what?" There's a bit of a smile as he pokes fun of the teen's cleanliness, and moves himself to the warm spot where furs once were to give K'zin room to sit. "I actually been a little under the weather. I keep trickin' myself into thinkin' I can handle the cold up here. My blood ain't thickened up enough yet." "If she's of a mind for that," K'zin allows with a grin, claiming the space offered him. "I thought about it, but I thought gargling might give the game away." Because klah and cookies in late evening certainly doesn't tell a man's intentions or anything. "I thought about pulling a Bones, but I figured if she was of a mind for that, that's what you're here for." He teases back, moving an elbow to nudge the big man. "Actually, I'd pretty much forgotten you sleep here." There's a little blush for that. "You've never been here any of the times that I've been here. I haven't seen you about lately, either. Been busy?" He questions further before giving a nod to the cold, sipping at his klah. "For some it doesn't, I hear. Guess I'm lucky I was still growing when I got here. That and being at the forge all the time sort of makes you not notice extremes of temperature as much, I guess. Time for another trip to Ista? Bet Zay'd take you. She's probably looking for any excuse to get out of here for a while." He pops the cookie into his mouth and it's swallowed practically without chewing. Teens and food; as easy as breathing. Bones gives another yawn, this one not quite as wide-mouthed or long as the first, and scratches at a portion of his chest where tattoos become regular pale skin. "You'd look like shit with a beard." Again, pure honesty without malice. "Y'could cut a damn steak with that prettyboy jaw of yours. No reason to scruff yourself up till you're old and jaded. Y'know, like me, hehe." More slurping of klah, this time a bit overzealous, a bit of it dripping out of the corner of his mouth and into his goatee. He gives grunt of displeasure, and reaches down to the floor where he'd left his vest, using it as a makeshift napkin and then tossing it back down to the floor. "And I don't think I wanna take any more trips on dragonback unless Reaches is caving in. I ain't good with heights." "You think?" K'zin asks, brushing crumbs from his lips before letting thumb and forefinger stroke either side of that prettyboy jaw. "I don't have to shave much as is. I think I once let it go two sevens and I started to get a shadow. If I was to try to grow a beard, it'd probably take me from now until I was at least around your age before it looked like one." He watches the use of the tunic as napkin and can't help grinning his amusement. The look on his face confirms that Bones is good company in his book. "How'd you like how I painted your ship for Mave's play? I never got to ask." It was a pretty good back-drop. The best of the lot, in fact. "Ras'll be disappointed when I tell him that. He was hoping you'd be joining us to go bar-hopping after we graduate. I believe you did offer to buy me some shots." His brows rise a bit, as though to ask if the offer still stands. "Hey, I've seen Zay take in all kinds, scruffy or not." And just like that, his mug of klah is entirely disposed of in a few loud gulps. "Ahhh, sweet nectar of life." The empty cup is set down onto the small table, and a cookie is grabbed. "Well to be honest with ya? I ain't ever seen a boat that nice lookin' that's been in the water more than a month. Y'just had to make it all pretty didn't you?" He gives a grin and a little shove at K'zin's shoulder, more good natured ribbing being sent his way. "Y'did good, made it a real part of the uhh... the... performance." He has a little trouble describing what he liked of it, artistic criticism not in his repertoire. "And I'll get you plenty liquoured up, kid. But how about we just kick it at the snowasis, where I can carry your drunk ass back to your weyr after, eh?" That Zay has other lovers and that they come in all kinds doesn't seem to surprise or bother K'zin, there's just a grin. "Glad to hear I'm not the worst of the lot, then." He takes a few gulps of his klah, but has to stop because the talk of the boat has him chuckling. "Yes. I like pretty things. Pretty women. Pretty-- well, actually, I can't think of any other pretty things I like. Oh, Faranth, you should see my weyr. It's full of pretty things. Pretty gaudy for my tastes, but it's huge. It is a bit of a ways up in the bowl though. You'd definitely have trouble carrying me to it on your own, though I'm sure Ras would gladly help you if you've drunk me under the table." Then there's a grin, "My weyr does have some interesting art. Zay likes it. Ras says it's inappropriate, so it'll have to be painted once I've got time but for now there's one wall of food, one wall of dancing, and one wall of sex. Then more walls of sex in the bedrooms. Donno who designed the place, but surely they were prophets, knowing I'd be coming along." Bones pops a cookie into his mouth, at first chomping away, but his jaw noticeably slowing as K'zin describes his weyr. With a raised eyebrow, Bones talks with his mouth full. "You've just got... sex walls?" The concept has him taking a moment of contemplation, eyes glancing around Azaylia's weyr to imagine it adorned with graphic depictions of dirty deeds. "Well that I gotta see. I'll make sure to stop by your weyr sometime." He finishes off the baked good in his mouth, and then reaches for two more, popping them into his mouth one after the other. "And I'll make sure to bring some snacks, to make up for me stealing Zay's goodies, Ha!" K'zin's grin could aptly be called shit-eating as he nods his confirmation of the content of his weyr walls. "Do. Definitely. Make sure, even if I'm not there, that you poke your head into the bedrooms. I'm actually working on converting one of them to be a training room, since I don't have a roommate. Nick asked early on, before we had weyrs or anything, if we could, but I wanted to see what it was like on my own. So I could have company without putting on a show." Beat. "So, if Zay had been here, and we'd, you know, would you've coached me from the sidelines like Ras does?" There's humor in his voice, but there's genuine curiosity for the nature of the arrangement between the goldrider and her platonic weyrmate. "Is her door thick enough not to bother you?" He glances toward the tunnel he assumes leads to some sort of sleeping place. His hand goes for the cookies, securing a pair for himself. Though, never fear, there's still plenty. K'zin planned ahead for his ridiculous teenage appetite. Talk of training slips past Bones' ears, as he's too focused on shoveling more cookies into his mouth. Cheeks stretch as he pushes himself to capacity, as if the supply would suddenly vanish if he didn't horde them for winter. Still, he manages to chew just enough to continue conversation. "I geh da fen..." he starts, realizing that he's still got too much cookie, and chews a few more times before continuing. "I get the feelin' she'll coach you plenty on her own. She don't need my help." More chewing before he elaborates, wishing he still had some klah left to wash it down with. "And she don't got a door, just a curtain. If I was fixin' to, I could just peek my head in and watch the whole show. But usually she does good about making sure I'm out before she drags in her catch." He doesn't specify if out means not in her weyr, or asleep, but both would probably apply. "Most of the time that is. If I asked real nice she'd probably let me watch, Ha!" The grin makes it clear as a joke, though it speaks to just how comfortable Bones is with Azaylia's social' life. Given that Bones is sharing these cookies with K'zin, it's not at all unreasonable to think that he will blink and there'll be nothing but crumbs. K'zin doesn't seem to find anything strange about the behavior anyway, maybe he's used to the people he shares food with doing it once they've seen his ability to wolf down tremendous quantities of food at any given moment. "Too true. And thankfully so. I'm not as miserable at it as I once was." He might be exaggerating, but maybe it's true. "No door, hm? Do people do that?" He asks, "I got asked if I wanted to do that some sevens back by this brownrider I met in Snowasis. A guy brownrider. He said I could watch and draw the action. But... Do people really do that?" He's as much curious as intrigued. "I'd think it'd be a little awkward Unless you all swing both ways. Have I mentioned that I think my bed was made for more than two people to be comfortable in? Part of me wants to replace it, part of me thinks... shardit, more room." He picks up a cookie to chew on as he considers this. "Do people do what, watch other people get slicky sticky?" That has to be his own private colloquialism. Nobody else would use that. "Some people only watch. Some people are into it more than actually gettin' in there themselves." Now he's slowed down the cookie consumption, but only just enough so that it doesn't inhibit conversation too much. Only one cheek stuffed full. "There's all kinds out there, kid. Not that I'm like an expert or something, but what else are a bunch of sailors gonna talk about all day eh? Ocean birds? Ha! Nah, we talk about sex and..." a Pause. "... mostly just sex." "Slicky sticky?" K'zin repeats questioningly, looking momentarily confused and then laughing. "I guess that is a good way to put it. Sweat and-- stuff." As he's learning. "Only watch??" He seems thoroughly bewildered by this idea. "Why would a person only want to watch? I mean, if that was all someone was allowed, I can see that, sure, but like... not if you could join. I mean. Right?" The right is a question of if he's making any sense to the gardener. "You been sailing recently? Or just your history talking?" He looks as though he's struggling to remember whatever history Bones might've mentioned when describing and critiquing his ship sketches for the play. "That seems pretty reasonable. It sorta seems that I end up talking a lot about it lately, too, but then that's 'cause all the weyrlings are all worried over flights and stuff. Really, probably none of our dragons will catch for turns anyway. Unless its by dumb luck or some dragon's looking for a little, young studmuffin. But don't tell Ras I said so. He's convinced he'll be catching left and right when the opportunities rise." "Yup. Only watch. And some folk only can't even get off unless they get the feelin' nobody knows they're watching. S'gotta be secret, or else sex don't do nothin' for em. Imagine being one of those sorry sobs, eh?" He gives a chuckle, short of a genuine laugh if only because he worries about sending crumbs this way and that. "Trust me kid, there's all kinds of weirdness out there when it comes to bumpin' uglies. But I don't wanna mess you up with the finer details or nothin', specially since you seem so fond of Azaylia, eh?" He fires a wink at K'zin, and then once again his attention is back on cookies, stopping to clarify just before crunching away again. "Ain't been on a boat in twelve turns." "Really?" K'zin boggles, visibly. It's good though. If Bones keeps this up, the cookies will be all his, since the teen isn't eating when he's struggling to understand. "Wow." He finally settles on this response rather than true understanding. "That would suck. Promise t'take me outside the Weyr and off me if I ever become one, yeah?" He asks of the big man, though clearly in jest. A moment later there's a flash of a wince as K'zin seems to realize that this might be a touchy thing to joke about. "Yeah, Zay's great." This is a grin, "Tho' she's not the only one. I think she knows that." He shrugs his shoulder on this score. "Maybe you should give me the rundown so I can know what I oughtta be looking to try. K'del gave me some advice, about learning each woman. But he didn't say anything about weirdness." And K'zin? Well, he does sound curious. About Bones' history, too. "What'd you do shipside, back then?" "I would promise, but 'Zaylia gets all pissy when I rough folks up." Finally, he slows with his cookie consumption, giving a grunt of satisfaction as his post-nap cookie meal finally starts satiating his hunger. "And I don't recommend just trying stuff on a chick. Y'gotta get a good sense of a girl before you spring the weird stuff on her." He pauses to chew, but equally to contemplate just how much of what to reveal to the young weyrling. "And I ain't gonna give you any kind of rundown when I know you're planning to bust that stuff out on Zay. That'd be like... me doin' stuff to her with your dick." That earns a scrunch of his face and a hunch of his shoulders, a look like he just tasted sour milk. "Let's stick to talkin' 'bout boats. Way less grody. I been crew on all kinds, so that meant all kinds of work. Fishin', cargo, just about everything a boat does, I helped with." "That would be weird." K'zin agrees, emphatic. "I'm not gonna think about it like that. Because then it'd be like K'del was doing-- well, the first girl I was with. Since he gave me advice about it. Which would also be weird. But if no one ever tells me, how'm I ever going to learn? Some girls -- most girls, so far -- don't take the lead in springing things on me." Or at least not directly. It probably doesn't occur to him that a good hair pull is along the same lines as some of the things Bones might be able to tell him. "And who's to say I'm springing them on Zay?" He continues to argue the point, "Do I need to stop sleeping with her so you'll educate me? Because you know then she'd be miffed with the both of us." Not that she doesn't have others, but K'zin is not unaware that he's one of the new playthings and that makes him (at least for the moment) a wanted commodity by the goldrider in question. "But if you really won't tell me about all that, then tell me more about boats. You ever climb up into all that-- what's it called? The tall pointy things that look like penises?" Because everything cylindrical looks like a penis. Perhaps unsurprising given his youth and the current conversation. "Masts..." Bones answers, looking straight off to the wall of the weyr, clearly distracted. K'zin's words deserve some contemplation, and he's wearing it plain on his face with a variety of twists and contortions. "Well you're gonna pop in like five seconds anyway but... here's a little bit of advice. Most chicks who take me into the bedroom just wanna get torn apart because... well c'mon, look at me." He grins at that, and motions to his torso and arms with the fingertips of one hand. "I don't exactly read like you're in for gentle massage and a toe sucklin, eh? Oh, that's another thing people do. Suck toes. Some people are just into feet, they think it's the hottest thing on a chick. But ANYWAY..." He stretches his arms above his head, and in reaching towards the ceiling he straightens out his back as well. It gives a few cracking sounds, but judging by the brief smile Bones gives, that's what he was aiming for. "Alright, think of this as your dick." He holds out a forearm with a fist on the end. "Model here clearly not to scale, ha!" His free arm gives an elbow into K'zin's side at the always classy penis mockery. "But anyhoo. Plenty'a dudes just go at it like this..." He gives a simple forward and back motion, a perfect straight line. "When actually, the ladies tend to purr a little sweeter when you roll your hips, more like this." He illustrates, his arm giving the ocean-wave roll and little bit of upward hitch on the way in. "That's just for when the lady's on her back though, when you're goin' at it from behind, y'kinda wanna aim... down. Like not straight down, just slightly down. It's uhh..." He lowers his arm, and again his face half-scrunches as he tries to contemplate all the variables. "It's really more of an art than a science, kid. The most important part though, overall? Y'gotta stay with the chick instead of in your own head. Pay attention, because she might be real subtle 'bout what she like and don't like. Y'gotta pick up on the smallest little gasps and whimpers and shit, and then figure out if that means you're hurtin' her, or hitting things perfect." "Mast, right." K'zin's smile is appreciative but then he's the student, looking intently at Bones as he begins to explain. There's a laugh for what women seem to want from Bones. "You ever get tired of that? Having women coming to look for that one thing in particular? I tried to warn N'ky what you told me way back one of the first times we talked. About you not being for beginners. Dunno that he took it to heart, tho'." He purses his lips, then opens his mouth, looking as though he might say more before just shutting it again. Then a boggled look, "Toes? I mean, there's nothing wrong with toes, but why--" He starts to ask and then thinks better of it. He's starting to catch on that sometimes there are no answers to the whys of people's sexual interests. "K'del told me I needed to learn each woman, that they're all different. And now I've had a little experiences with that. They all make different noises. Sorta hard so far to find the common thread." There's nods for all of the positional information. No doubt he'll try it, though he certainly doesn't seem to feel the need to say it outloud. "There ain't many common threads with ladies." He can't help but sigh through his grin, looking briefly to the ground. This bit of discussion was in danger of becoming much more broadly cliche. "Women, am I right? Eh? Those crazy fems! Ha!" His motions are exaggerated, as is the elbow that motions as if it's jabbing into K'zin's side even though it falls short of contact. It's all just for show, marking his words as strictly tongue in cheek. "And actually, as for me and the ladies? I don't see enough action these days to complain about much of anything. All this advice is back from my childhood." There's a pause as he leans back into the couch, perhaps not clarifying as quick as he should. "Oh. In case you ain't heard, I grew up in a uhh... bordello, I guess is the classy way of puttin' it? Cathouse? Momma did her damndest tryin' to keep my ears and eyes clean of the work, but I learned myself plenty before I had the chance to implement, know what I mean?" There's a laugh and a grin for his tongue-in-cheek words and accompanying gestures, "What can I say, when you're right, you're right." K'zin agrees with just as much humor. Then there's that word. "Bor-- bordello?" He's obviously unfamiliar with it. Then cathouse doesn't seem to help him much either. A shake of his head is paired with, "Sorry, I don't follow. What work, exactly?" Everything's just sailed over the bronzer's head, but if a bronzer shouldn't know what those things are, then who should?! His eyes are settled on Bones' face, seeking enlightenment about this element of the gardener's past. "Ahh, so maybe I was overestimatin' you when I decided to use the nicer ways of puttin' things. You're the kinda man who needs plain talk?" Now one of Bones' thick arms would wrap entirely around K'zin's shoulder. "My mom was a whore, right? And we lived with a whole bunch of other whores, all together. So... let's extrap-o-late here kiddo. What kinda house would we have lived in?" His free hand extends an index finger that swirls in place as he asks the question, condescension thick as he playfully leads K'zin down the logical path. He can't hold onto the joke for too long however, and unwraps his arm from around the teen with a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! Sorry, I'm a real prick. Anyhoo, yeah, basically all I know you could put into three categories. "Fuckin', Fightin', and Sailin'." There's a pause in him, and his smile fades slightly as he reaches to scratch his head. "And plants. I guess that's the fourth one. But you put that one on the end there and... basically y'got the order o'expertise." "Maybe?" K'zin replies uncertainly to the first, not resisting the arm that comes around his shoulder. It's clear from his face that the moment Bones gives him the first piece of the puzzle in plain talk that he's caught up to where he ought to have been. The blush that hits his cheeks is partnered with a look of mild chagrin. "You know there are two of you right now. You, and the larger than life you leering at me and enjoying your joke in my head." Rasavyth must be awake somewhere now. There's no ill-feeling for the playfulness. "Sounds like you probably learned a lot there." His words are thoughtful, now that he's had the rundown of Bones' areas of expertise. "Would you teach me? About fucking? About fighting would be fine too, since Mave kicked my ass when we sparred, but I'm mostly interested in the fucking part." The sailing and the gardening... well, who can blame an eighteen turn old for finding the first two more interesting to learn about. Bones gives a sideward glance to the earnest question, taking a few moments to ponder it. "... How, exactly?" There's a scratch at his head again, this time not to actually solve an itch, but a sign of his puzzlement. "I mean teachin' somebody to fight, that's simple. The technique for hittin' somebody don't change. One punch fits all, know what I mean?" After a moment's pause, a wry smile crops up. "Then again, maybe I'm lookin' at this all wrong. A dirty-minded teen comes and plops themself down in my bed, and suddenly asks me to teach 'em about sex? Maybe I should just embrace this golden opportunity to show you what sex is all about, eh sweetheart? Ha!" He playfully squeezes K'zin's thigh, more as a joke than an actual advance. "I'd imagine it would involve an awful lot more explaining than teaching someone to fight," K'zin interjects as an answer to the question, "I could draw what I think you're describing and you could tell me if I got it right." He's talking at the same time as the big man, which probably helps him not to have a moment of complete freak out when Bones makes his playful joke. "Or that." He manages, sounding a little choked as he turns his head to look at the burly man. "Though, you're not really my type." His voice sounds strained, the humor thin as he tries to return it. "I- do have to learn the other side of it too, so I don't hurt people in flights. I've talked with Nick about it. Was going to maybe try it with him, thinking that it'd be easier with someone I knew well and trusted, but then things got all messed up between us, and then now they're starting to be better, and I just think maybe doing that would mess things up again if it went all wrong, you know?" Now the talk's turned even more serious, K'zin's hands rubbing nervously over his knees. "I mean-- shells. I don't even know that I'm like that, though I guess I sort of must be? I mean," And here there's a distinct blush under his dusky skin, "I respond-" He gestures to the part of him he means, "-when we kiss. So I must sort of be at least?" The questioning way his tone lilts makes it sound less like the sentence is the question and more like an unspoken 'am I making sense?' Bones' hand leaves K'zin's leg promptly, no real reason to keep it there, especially as the talk turns more serious. Surprisingly quiet through the talk, Bones scratches at his beard as he's given much to ponder. His willingness to teach, and K'zin's preferences, are all worth mulling over for a few seconds of silence after his couchguest is done. Well, silence with the exception of the audible scritch scritch scritch of his nails against his chin. "Well... I guess I could maybe show you some moves. Just don't go crazy and try 'em out all at once, back to back and whatnot. You'll send some poor chick's head spinnin' and she's likely to just boot your ass outta bed, ha!" The talk of N'ky isn't ignored, just addressed separately, and with a touch more seriousness in his tone. "I don't got much advice with N'ky for ya, kid. That's a weird situation, crossin' over from best bud to bedtime bro sounds... weird." There's a little scrunch to his face at pondering the two together, but he shakes off the mental image. "Just go with the flow eh? If you get hard, might as well put it to use?" About as profound as the convict can get. Though he's not wholly at ease with these topics under discussion, K'zin manages a wry tone, "I promise to use your advice responsibly. If any of them go running, I'll even make sure to shout that you specifically told me not to, so they'll have no way to blame you." His lips tug at the corner, a little half smirk ghosting across them. "I'll bring my sketchbook down sometime and I'll draw myself diagrams of your suggestions. It seems to work well enough for studying wing formations, why not sex too? I bet you could make a pretty mark if we made it into a book and slipped it to the right person." Obviously, from the way he says it, he has someone in mind. "I've got someone ready to sell my dirty sketches to the right kind of buyers when I'm good enough. Which should be soon." This seems a tangent, confirmed by his return, "Anyway. The book I got from the healers, it was called The Helpful Healer's How-To Guide to Mating, and it was really dry and technical. We could probably put together something more interesting that a lot of confused fatherless guys - and girls, I guess, - could really put to good use. It'd be like a public service." The more he talks, the more it seems that he might run with the idea, and a glance is directed to Bones to gather his expression, K'zin's own rather hopeful. "Yeah. That is what makes it weird. It's like..." He starts then puzzles, before taking a breath. "It's like this: I've got these feelings because he's my best bud, right? Like. I care about him. And stuff. And I care about other people too, like Zay and others. But I've known Nick since we were fourteen and we've been through a lot together, so I care about him more than the rest. And it makes it really confusing. I've never had like-- feelings? You know what I mean? Like, people talk about loving other people in this passionate, romantic, you-only-want-them kind of way? And I've never felt that. Never even had an inkling toward that. But I know I feel... Stronger? I guess?" There's a lot of upward lilts to his phrasing, showing his confusion and uncertainty on this. "For Nick. And I'm sort of worried that, even though I don't think it's that, that it might ... well, be that. And it's like... if I do it, and it is that, then there's no coming back from it, is there. Once you fall for someone, you've fallen. And I don't want to end up with only one person forever. It didn't make my parents happy." He stops here, pursing his lips. One thing can at least be clear from all this babble: boy's got issues. At least he's got the sage and profound guru Bones to talk to about them, right? "Whoa whoa..." Bones pipes up once all the gears click into place in his mind, and the details of what K'zin's suggesting become clear. "... I just said I'd give you a few moves. I didn't say I was cool with you writin' em down and sharin' 'em. If everybody's as good as me, then what do I got goin' to keep ladies comin' back for seconds, my sparkling personality?" A grin is offered, though it's goofy even by his standards, to help accent his.. unusual face. It's as the conversation turns more serious that Bones' smile dies down, and much head scratching and "hmm"ing is offered. "See, sex advice I can handle. I got experience in that department. As for love and.. best friends? Well, I ain't really been touched by neither all too much. But... if something's worryin' you in a way that you just can't shake, I usually go with just goin' through with that thing that's scarin' you." He tries to draw on more general life experiences to offer help. "... unless you're worried about like, drownin' or something. Nobody should just try drowning." K'zin looks disappointed with his barely-born idea being quashed, but looks as though he accepts it. "Alright, I'd rather have some advice than none advice." Even if that means he doesn't get to write it down. Or draw it. There's a laugh for the words about drowning though they're true enough. "Since you're the teacher, I guess that makes you Journeyman Bones." Beat. "Master Bones?" There's a lopsided grin, "Either way, I think this talk is going to need more klah. I'll go grab us some, and more cookies." Because clearly klah and cookies are the snack of choice for a sex ed class. "Be right back." The empty plate and mugs are snatched up and the eager bronzerider is hoofing it back the way he came. |
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