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30.Sep.18, 03:22 AM
Once Mylorah had shifted so he could play with her hair easier, Misha decided it might be fun to braid it. He separated it into three sections as she threatened to make him brush her hair all the time and grinned at her, even though he knew she couldn’t see it.
“I used to help my sister with her hair,” he told her as the braid took shape, “I’m actually decently good at it, and I think it’s fun. Of course, I don’t have to deal with it all the time either, an excellent choice on my part, I think.” No, periodically helping his sister or a friend was sufficient. Misharan paused his braiding for a moment to pat Mylorah on the shoulder encouragingly. “There you go, now you never have to worry about it again.” The whole conversation was making him think far too much about whether or not his brothers were attractive, and he was regretting it. Mylorah was right though; even if they were hot (and let’s face it, they were his brothers, they were obviously exceptionally attractive, and Mylorah’s brothers weren’t hard to look at either) neither of them were into their siblings. Thank fuck.
He nodded at her decision not to track down T’ryn. It meant he didn’t have to get up, which was nice. He was suddenly feeling very lazy and and the idea of not lying on a bed chatting with Mylo was actually a tad unappealing. They probably wouldn’t have been able to talk about men quite so much with T’ryn around — the bronzerider seemed like he’d get all blushy and start stammering if asked about who he found attractive or had slept with. No, here was better, and Misharan followed along with the topic change gladly.
“Oh, yes, I’ve met him! He brings stuff he bakes around some days and just gives it to whoever’s nearby. Haven’t done more than thank him for the food and basic small talk or anything, but he’s always seemed quite nice,” Misha raised an eyebrow, though Mylo still couldn’t see his face, “you think I should get to know him?” He was not at all opposed to making the acquaintance of a sweet greenrider, especially one who baked as well as he knew C’dhin did. And, well, he was pretty adorable, as Mylorah said. With a laugh at her ribbing about Kordiavis, Misharan reached the end of the braid and paused when he realized he didn’t have anything to tie it off with. Quickly undoing a bit of the braid, he decided to answer honestly instead of just teasing back.
“He’s one of the few guys I would consider something like a close friend. My best friends growing up were always girls, and well, look at me now,” he said, reaching over to pat Mylorah on the check fondly, “and then a lot of guys, it’s like once you’ve slept with them you’re a person to sleep with, not an option for close friend. Not all of them, obviously, but it happens often enough that while I’m friendly with a lot of men, and I’d call a good number friends, I don’t really see the friendship really going anywhere meaningful. And Kordi’s not like that so much, so he’s like, a priority friend. Who is also very fun to hook up with, which is of course a very nice bonus,” Misha carefully used one of the braid strands to loop around the other strands and create a loose tie out of the hair itself. Wouldn’t hold up long, but they didn’t really need it to. They were lounging around and talking, not doing any sort of physical activity (contrary to what a few of the Candidates they’d sent away might think). “There, done,” he told Mylorah, gently tugging on the braid to reinforce the statement, “and to answer your question, I can get along with anyone, especially if I’m just trying to have sex with them. Though I like to think I can get along with most people as a rule.”
“I used to help my sister with her hair,” he told her as the braid took shape, “I’m actually decently good at it, and I think it’s fun. Of course, I don’t have to deal with it all the time either, an excellent choice on my part, I think.” No, periodically helping his sister or a friend was sufficient. Misharan paused his braiding for a moment to pat Mylorah on the shoulder encouragingly. “There you go, now you never have to worry about it again.” The whole conversation was making him think far too much about whether or not his brothers were attractive, and he was regretting it. Mylorah was right though; even if they were hot (and let’s face it, they were his brothers, they were obviously exceptionally attractive, and Mylorah’s brothers weren’t hard to look at either) neither of them were into their siblings. Thank fuck.
He nodded at her decision not to track down T’ryn. It meant he didn’t have to get up, which was nice. He was suddenly feeling very lazy and and the idea of not lying on a bed chatting with Mylo was actually a tad unappealing. They probably wouldn’t have been able to talk about men quite so much with T’ryn around — the bronzerider seemed like he’d get all blushy and start stammering if asked about who he found attractive or had slept with. No, here was better, and Misharan followed along with the topic change gladly.
“Oh, yes, I’ve met him! He brings stuff he bakes around some days and just gives it to whoever’s nearby. Haven’t done more than thank him for the food and basic small talk or anything, but he’s always seemed quite nice,” Misha raised an eyebrow, though Mylo still couldn’t see his face, “you think I should get to know him?” He was not at all opposed to making the acquaintance of a sweet greenrider, especially one who baked as well as he knew C’dhin did. And, well, he was pretty adorable, as Mylorah said. With a laugh at her ribbing about Kordiavis, Misharan reached the end of the braid and paused when he realized he didn’t have anything to tie it off with. Quickly undoing a bit of the braid, he decided to answer honestly instead of just teasing back.
“He’s one of the few guys I would consider something like a close friend. My best friends growing up were always girls, and well, look at me now,” he said, reaching over to pat Mylorah on the check fondly, “and then a lot of guys, it’s like once you’ve slept with them you’re a person to sleep with, not an option for close friend. Not all of them, obviously, but it happens often enough that while I’m friendly with a lot of men, and I’d call a good number friends, I don’t really see the friendship really going anywhere meaningful. And Kordi’s not like that so much, so he’s like, a priority friend. Who is also very fun to hook up with, which is of course a very nice bonus,” Misha carefully used one of the braid strands to loop around the other strands and create a loose tie out of the hair itself. Wouldn’t hold up long, but they didn’t really need it to. They were lounging around and talking, not doing any sort of physical activity (contrary to what a few of the Candidates they’d sent away might think). “There, done,” he told Mylorah, gently tugging on the braid to reinforce the statement, “and to answer your question, I can get along with anyone, especially if I’m just trying to have sex with them. Though I like to think I can get along with most people as a rule.”
