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06.Jul.18, 02:14 AM
M’dox whined softly at T’bia’s giggling, shoving his face more firmly into T’bia’s shoulder, the sound vibrating against T’bia. Someone else being there had just surprised him! It shouldn’t have, since M’dox had seen the woman enter and knew she was there, but he’d been so excited when he’d realized T’bia was there he completely forgot about her.
“I know,” he said quietly, shivering a little at the breath on his ear. And he did know, really. M’dox knew that the Weyr didn’t care about him kissing T’bia, or about him kissing anyone really, but turns of living where people cared, people really, really cared meant that part of him still expected to get beat up if someone saw, or have his father yell at him about how he thought he had one daughter, not two. His stomach twisted uncomfortably, a common side effect of thinking of home, and M’dox tried to shake the worry off. T’bia was right. No one here cared. Except, as T’bia pointed out, T’bia himself. M’dox smiled, face still against T’bia’s shoulder, enjoying the way T’bia was petting his hair for a moment before finally leaning back to look at T’bia’s face, the twisting in his stomach was replaced by a swooping feeling at how happy T’bia looked.
“I’m glad you care,” M’dox said, moving his arms down to loop around T’bia’s waist, “I do too.” He smiled at his friend, taking a moment to erase the embarrassment, worry, and discomfort with how happy being around T’bia made him and just breathe. “Thank you,” he whispered, not for anything in particular, just for… for being T’bia, perhaps. The words were followed by another kiss, this one much quicker. As M’dox pulled back from the kiss he managed to glance over T’bia’s shoulder, which revealed that the woman had left. The realization brought a bit of a blush back but also relief. T’bia may be right that no one cared if they kissed, but M’dox was still shy about being so personal in public. Her absence also reminded M’dox where they were, including the fact that he still had laundry to do.
He leaned back, giving T’bia a sheepish grin. “I really want to continue, but I know that if don’t do my laundry right now it’s not going to get done today, and I don’t have anything clean to wear tomorrow. So,” he said, briefly tightening his grip on T’bia, “I should wash at least some of this now, and you have stuff to wash too, but when we’re done here we can maybe go back to my weyr for a bit, maybe?” M’dox asked, words getting faster as he got closer to the end of the question in his rush to get them out before he got too shy to ask. Riquarth hummed approvingly at him, proud of him for taking initiative, as M’dox looked expectantly at T’bia, holding his breath and really hoping his idea was okay, or maybe T’bia had an alternative that still involved them spending time together and probably more kissing. He’d like if T’bia pet his hair more too, M’dox thought it felt really nice and made him feel all bubbly and happy but also calmer. But he really did have to do laundry, and half of it was already in the tub with soapsand and water and even if T’bia was right and no one cared M’dox would still rather kissing be done somewhere that didn’t have the risk of anyone walking in at any time.
“I know,” he said quietly, shivering a little at the breath on his ear. And he did know, really. M’dox knew that the Weyr didn’t care about him kissing T’bia, or about him kissing anyone really, but turns of living where people cared, people really, really cared meant that part of him still expected to get beat up if someone saw, or have his father yell at him about how he thought he had one daughter, not two. His stomach twisted uncomfortably, a common side effect of thinking of home, and M’dox tried to shake the worry off. T’bia was right. No one here cared. Except, as T’bia pointed out, T’bia himself. M’dox smiled, face still against T’bia’s shoulder, enjoying the way T’bia was petting his hair for a moment before finally leaning back to look at T’bia’s face, the twisting in his stomach was replaced by a swooping feeling at how happy T’bia looked.
“I’m glad you care,” M’dox said, moving his arms down to loop around T’bia’s waist, “I do too.” He smiled at his friend, taking a moment to erase the embarrassment, worry, and discomfort with how happy being around T’bia made him and just breathe. “Thank you,” he whispered, not for anything in particular, just for… for being T’bia, perhaps. The words were followed by another kiss, this one much quicker. As M’dox pulled back from the kiss he managed to glance over T’bia’s shoulder, which revealed that the woman had left. The realization brought a bit of a blush back but also relief. T’bia may be right that no one cared if they kissed, but M’dox was still shy about being so personal in public. Her absence also reminded M’dox where they were, including the fact that he still had laundry to do.
He leaned back, giving T’bia a sheepish grin. “I really want to continue, but I know that if don’t do my laundry right now it’s not going to get done today, and I don’t have anything clean to wear tomorrow. So,” he said, briefly tightening his grip on T’bia, “I should wash at least some of this now, and you have stuff to wash too, but when we’re done here we can maybe go back to my weyr for a bit, maybe?” M’dox asked, words getting faster as he got closer to the end of the question in his rush to get them out before he got too shy to ask. Riquarth hummed approvingly at him, proud of him for taking initiative, as M’dox looked expectantly at T’bia, holding his breath and really hoping his idea was okay, or maybe T’bia had an alternative that still involved them spending time together and probably more kissing. He’d like if T’bia pet his hair more too, M’dox thought it felt really nice and made him feel all bubbly and happy but also calmer. But he really did have to do laundry, and half of it was already in the tub with soapsand and water and even if T’bia was right and no one cared M’dox would still rather kissing be done somewhere that didn’t have the risk of anyone walking in at any time.
