25.Jun.19, 03:48 AM
“You’re right, he doesn’t, but I’ve been less discerning about bedmates before.” Misharan rolled his eyes and gave a self-deprecating shrug, but his smile made it clear he was joking too. It was true though, he’d had sex with people he’d known didn’t particular like has a person just because he felt like it, or he could. He hadn’t actually slept with Luthan, though they’d made out a few times and would almost certainly have gotten there if he hadn’t called Misha annoying and started this whole stupid situation.
He sighed heavily, watching C’dhin put the second tray of cookies in to bake. “Yeah, I know all that, and I agree with you, it’s just… I dunno, disappointing?” Misha trailed off, thinking. That was it, wasn’t it? That someone he’d thought — hoped? — was a friend, thought was funny and clever, was unable to appreciate him, or consider him a friend back. It was that fucker’s loss, not Misha’s, because Misha clearly wasn’t missing out on who he was, just missing out on who he’d thought he was. Whatever, he’d get over it soon enough.
Misha squeaked in delight when the cookie was set in front of him. “Totally worth it if I do,” he said, gently picking up the cookie and taking a small nibble. “It’s so good,” Misha moaned around another bite of melty chocolate cookie. After a few moments of being lost in the cookie Misha looked back over to C’dhin, suddenly serious again.
“I’m not only around for the sex or the baking, you know that, right?” Misharan said sincerely, putting the cookie back on the table. “I mean, I’m pretty sure you do, but I wanted to say it. Like, this cookie is to die for, but it’s not the main reason I’m here.”
He sighed heavily, watching C’dhin put the second tray of cookies in to bake. “Yeah, I know all that, and I agree with you, it’s just… I dunno, disappointing?” Misha trailed off, thinking. That was it, wasn’t it? That someone he’d thought — hoped? — was a friend, thought was funny and clever, was unable to appreciate him, or consider him a friend back. It was that fucker’s loss, not Misha’s, because Misha clearly wasn’t missing out on who he was, just missing out on who he’d thought he was. Whatever, he’d get over it soon enough.
Misha squeaked in delight when the cookie was set in front of him. “Totally worth it if I do,” he said, gently picking up the cookie and taking a small nibble. “It’s so good,” Misha moaned around another bite of melty chocolate cookie. After a few moments of being lost in the cookie Misha looked back over to C’dhin, suddenly serious again.
“I’m not only around for the sex or the baking, you know that, right?” Misharan said sincerely, putting the cookie back on the table. “I mean, I’m pretty sure you do, but I wanted to say it. Like, this cookie is to die for, but it’s not the main reason I’m here.”