[ IT SMELLS LIKE DANK IN HERE. well, mushroom-dank. a very herbal dank. it's great. nodd is in the corner, sitting in an otherwise empty laundry basket with his legs hooked over the side. ]
Greeeg. Hey. There you are.
[ his eyes are a warning; red and yellow and black. nature saying turn away, greg. be safe. ]
You're no jerk. It's not a letdown. It's not like I expected you to go for it. If I had to narrow down your type, I wouldn't even put myself in the margins. It was something... different to do with someone I wouldn't mind making me gag. It's completely fine.
What? No--stop doing that. Why is it so hard for you to believe I think you're attractive? I'm just not screaming at you or myself that it's not mutual. It isn't surprising you got other options. Gods, the dense thing stops being cute after a while.
six sixteen. he's so bad at the talking thing. his charisma not being in the negatives is purely looks. nodd was born without any personality-based charm. ]
No. I. I meant you. You were the someone. Turn of phrase. Forget it. We should sit for a second then pretend this never happened.
[ nodd is given exactly one second to try and calm down and stop thinking about dick, but no. gregor has to say that. so he snaps back to the high-energy dick-thoughts. ]
Why? You could die next Thursday. I could. Any of us could. That doesn't do something for your libido? People get horny at weddings and horny at funerals and we're living in an endless version of the second one.
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Greeeg. Hey. There you are.
[ his eyes are a warning; red and yellow and black. nature saying turn away, greg. be safe. ]
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[he does not turn away, but he does decide no laundry is getting done on this sunday.]
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[ a few rocks back and forth before he caaaaan--yes. get onto his feet. the basket doesn't stick on his ass. we are winning. ]
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[watching him do this.]
Kinda surprised you can stand, it reeks in here.
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[ he contemplates if gregor's the sort of skittish where he'll run should nodd approach. ]
Put 'em in the machine. I'll clear the room before you swap them.
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[there's one way to find out how skittish he is.]
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sets his pipe in the paper cup he's been using as an ash tray. starts to walk over. ]
I'm not worried about anything. Are you?
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he doesn't run, though, nodd's allowed to approach.]
Not right this second, I guess. Think we're past the things we have to worry about for today, so we can save more of it for tomorrow.
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[ stopping with a couple feet left between them. leans from shoulder to hip into the machines nearest. ]
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[he thought escaping was an answer.
oh n]
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[ of course. nodd is generous in this arena. ]
And you can say 'no' and I won't crawl on you asking 'but whyyyy.' I won't even bring it up again. You just have to actually say you don't want it.
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[he barely tolerates stripping, doing something like that casually is...
hell, he's never even been in a relationship. barely kissed. that's moving awfully fast.]
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If it makes you feel better, I haven't offered anyone else.
[ taptap ]
If that makes it more romantic for you.
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[just that that's, you know, a big jump to make? especially for someone who almost never thinks about things like attraction.]
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Okay. I can take a 'no.' You're bad at giving them, though.
[ slight smile. ]
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[ casual handflap ]
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[is he hearing what he's trying to say correctly.]
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six sixteen. he's so bad at the talking thing. his charisma not being in the negatives is purely looks. nodd was born without any personality-based charm. ]
No. I. I meant you. You were the someone. Turn of phrase. Forget it. We should sit for a second then pretend this never happened.
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[rubbing at the back of his neck.]
You do have it wrong, though. Wouldn't really say I have options. I mean, wouldn't say I'm looking for 'em either.
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Why? You could die next Thursday. I could. Any of us could. That doesn't do something for your libido? People get horny at weddings and horny at funerals and we're living in an endless version of the second one.
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[pausing.]
...guess it's different, considering where we're from.
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[ that is a lie. he's gonna smoke more. he's gonna play with bongy and smoke a lot more. ]