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30.Jul.19, 04:01 PM
“You’re right, don’t want to overwhelm him. Though really, what better chance for Holders to explore their unrealized attractions than a Gather crawling with Weyrfolk?” Misharan laughed, scooting over on the bench so he was a little closer to Kordiavis, their shoulders bumping together. He knew Kordiavis understood the merchant’s assistant’s situation, and as much as they joked about it with each other, they both knew how hard it could be. Misha sometimes felt Kordi had it a little easier growing up in a Hold, since his friend liked women too, seemed, even, to prefer women considering Misharan was pretty sure he was the only man Kordi had been with (Flattering, but it had been a full turn and could he really be the only man Kordiavis was into? Did he have higher standards for men? Misha had no idea, and it confused him). And of course, thinking that sort of thing wasn’t fair to Kordi - it wasn’t easier, just different - and it made Misharan feel like an asshole. With a sigh, he hooked his ankle around Kordi’s, wanting to hug him properly but trying to be at least a little subtle.
“When am I not looking for someone to pick up?” he asked with a dramatic eye-roll, taking another long sip of his drink. Misharan was well aware he was a total whore, and he loved it. Loved it. Fuck whatever sense of shame people thought he should have. All his closest friends supported him, too, which was a pretty good standard for identifying who his real friends were, really. Though sometimes Misha liked spending time with people who looked down on him for how much sex he had, so he could use it to make them uncomfortable, or, if it was someone who wanted to sleep with him, it could make things interesting. People like Kordiavis were definitely best though.
“I’m always open to any opportunity that arises, so we’ll see what the day brings. Though I do know whose bed I’ll end up in if no one else catches my attention,” Misha said smugly. Not that he didn’t like trying new people, but he loved having a few reliable favorites. “Why, you offering?” he drawled, slinging an arm around Kordiavis’ shoulder and pressing them even closer together. Praise beer tents and their ability to make people assume he was drunk, not gay (he was close to approaching the first and very decidedly the second).
“When am I not looking for someone to pick up?” he asked with a dramatic eye-roll, taking another long sip of his drink. Misharan was well aware he was a total whore, and he loved it. Loved it. Fuck whatever sense of shame people thought he should have. All his closest friends supported him, too, which was a pretty good standard for identifying who his real friends were, really. Though sometimes Misha liked spending time with people who looked down on him for how much sex he had, so he could use it to make them uncomfortable, or, if it was someone who wanted to sleep with him, it could make things interesting. People like Kordiavis were definitely best though.
“I’m always open to any opportunity that arises, so we’ll see what the day brings. Though I do know whose bed I’ll end up in if no one else catches my attention,” Misha said smugly. Not that he didn’t like trying new people, but he loved having a few reliable favorites. “Why, you offering?” he drawled, slinging an arm around Kordiavis’ shoulder and pressing them even closer together. Praise beer tents and their ability to make people assume he was drunk, not gay (he was close to approaching the first and very decidedly the second).
