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12.Dec.20, 12:38 PM
T’ryn was working on the issue of her mom and the engagement and whether she’d even have to know about the pregnancy until months after the child was born and was clearly his. He was hoping for very blonde and blue eyes anyway. Yfris and G’nen lacked those traits so it’d help if the kid took after him—especially if it was a boy since the males in his family seemed to take after R’nd quite a bit so perhaps it would continue on through him.
He made some sort of noise he thought fit the moment to make it seem like he was fully listening despite still being behind in the conversation. But then his brain caught up and T’ryn faltered as he tried to come up with something to say. “I uh I didn’t know. Why am I popular?” Especially with men. Other than N’mor, he’d never really considered being with a man and didn’t think he had led anyone on. He let people like Yfris have their fun and flirt with him but he didn’t encourage it or make it seem like it would go anywhere, did he? And then there was the list of names Casa had gathered for him once. She was tired of girls asking her how she got him to notice her so she made the list and told him to do something about them. T’ryn never did except blush at some of the names on there.
“Anyway,” T’ryn didn’t know what else to say to the two invites and latched onto the other kink in question, “you should probably tease me about that fetish as well because I better be one of those men you have fun with in the coming months,” he teased and gently ran his fingers down her arm and across her chest in a ghost of a touch. “But I fully support you teasing Kor’is in any way you think of. I’m glad you two are getting along.” He left off the ‘told you so’ part that the bluerider wasn’t too bad if you found common ground with him. T’ryn hadn’t been expecting it to be sex but there would be less tension when they got together with Mylorah and Tazikel now and Cazan was happier when it came to dealing with the punishment that didn’t seem much like one anymore.
He made some sort of noise he thought fit the moment to make it seem like he was fully listening despite still being behind in the conversation. But then his brain caught up and T’ryn faltered as he tried to come up with something to say. “I uh I didn’t know. Why am I popular?” Especially with men. Other than N’mor, he’d never really considered being with a man and didn’t think he had led anyone on. He let people like Yfris have their fun and flirt with him but he didn’t encourage it or make it seem like it would go anywhere, did he? And then there was the list of names Casa had gathered for him once. She was tired of girls asking her how she got him to notice her so she made the list and told him to do something about them. T’ryn never did except blush at some of the names on there.
“Anyway,” T’ryn didn’t know what else to say to the two invites and latched onto the other kink in question, “you should probably tease me about that fetish as well because I better be one of those men you have fun with in the coming months,” he teased and gently ran his fingers down her arm and across her chest in a ghost of a touch. “But I fully support you teasing Kor’is in any way you think of. I’m glad you two are getting along.” He left off the ‘told you so’ part that the bluerider wasn’t too bad if you found common ground with him. T’ryn hadn’t been expecting it to be sex but there would be less tension when they got together with Mylorah and Tazikel now and Cazan was happier when it came to dealing with the punishment that didn’t seem much like one anymore.
