03.Jan.20, 09:49 PM
Nerreh didn’t miss the look Caz gave him, though he wasn’t entirely sure on the reason. Was the Holder checking him out? Or, in his mind more likely, recognizing that Nerreh was like him. Just by sight and hearing him speak Nerreh could tell how Caz was, and Caz could probably tell the same of him, even if Nerreh felt he was pretty good with his male presentation (not to brag or anything). Caz could most likely tell the same. Right?
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, briefly clapping Caz on the shoulder before starting to walk down the hall in the direction of the nearest bathroom deemed safe from getting outed. “I should say don’t worry about it, you don’t owe me anything, cause it’s honestly no trouble, but I’m not one to turn down a gift.” Nerreh grinned. And he wouldn’t have to worry about Caz accidentally brushing a hand over the wrong area during a fitting or something, since he probably already knew what was hidden under Nerreh’s clothes, and if he didn’t, well, it wasn’t like he was going to say anything to anyone.
“Yeah, most people around here are like that. Welcome to the Weyrs, right? At least you have ‘holder sensibilities’ as an excuse, I’m weyrbred which means my wanting a private bath all the time is weird.” Not that people really commented on it, of course, but that was more due to most people not interacting with him or knowing him since childhood so they already knew.
“Anyway, since we’re doing the bathroom tour, anything else you want to know where to find? I know this place pretty well and can probably get you there.” Nerreh offered, not really sure what else the crafter could want, but there could always be something. Despite living in Ista less than two turns Nerreh had learned most of its layout from middle of the night excursions to avoid people.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, briefly clapping Caz on the shoulder before starting to walk down the hall in the direction of the nearest bathroom deemed safe from getting outed. “I should say don’t worry about it, you don’t owe me anything, cause it’s honestly no trouble, but I’m not one to turn down a gift.” Nerreh grinned. And he wouldn’t have to worry about Caz accidentally brushing a hand over the wrong area during a fitting or something, since he probably already knew what was hidden under Nerreh’s clothes, and if he didn’t, well, it wasn’t like he was going to say anything to anyone.
“Yeah, most people around here are like that. Welcome to the Weyrs, right? At least you have ‘holder sensibilities’ as an excuse, I’m weyrbred which means my wanting a private bath all the time is weird.” Not that people really commented on it, of course, but that was more due to most people not interacting with him or knowing him since childhood so they already knew.
“Anyway, since we’re doing the bathroom tour, anything else you want to know where to find? I know this place pretty well and can probably get you there.” Nerreh offered, not really sure what else the crafter could want, but there could always be something. Despite living in Ista less than two turns Nerreh had learned most of its layout from middle of the night excursions to avoid people.