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07.Mar.13, 04:14 PM
According to the nonexistant Masculine Men's Codex of Life, Isscer's simple reply of "oh" meant that conversational topic was over and done, and there could be nothing more to say on it. Even Oahvakeen had said all he had on his mind, and now that there was nothing more, the topic must either shift, or the conversation die into an amiable silence. But Oahvakeen wasn't just about to ignore the opportunity for male comradery and bonding, even though both of those things did include silence on some levels. (All this is a nice way of saying that he had no intention, nor had he really learned how, of shutting up while he was still ahead).
His ideas were shot down with logical reminders that he was not a woman and therefore couldn't carry a pregnancy. This was well and true, he'd never wanted to be a woman anyways, though having breasts was an interesting proposal. But where had this come from? Had Isscer thought he was implying he could get out of these things by being pregnant? He had meant that he could use a woman as an excuse. The realization dawned on him that this was exactly what Isscer was talking about: that he couldn't use a woman as an excuse, especially since he wasn't one.
"Oh.", he responded, unhappily, with a slight frown. Something seemed to make Isscer unhappy, and he cleared his throat. Oahvakeen noticed the man's looking away from him. Was the topic that made him uncomfortable women? Or perhaps it was his hair. "Oh. I have lice again?", he perked up. "Ugh. Shoulda told me earlier.", he ruffled his hair around, scratching at it with dirty nails, feeling convinced that now, perhaps he might have lice.
"Bu-", his voice trailed off. Isscer was implying he had to purposely be absinent while his dragonet grew up? "UGH!", he cried out in horror and shock, shriveling up and wincing, as if Isscer had suddenly turned into a gigantic zombie cockroach. He calmed down and gave a long sigh. "Man, it's one thing to not get laid, it's another to purposefully avoid it. That's misery. I hope the barracks for newly impressed are all guys, so there's less temptation. But then there's classes, and there's no way those are segregated - the weyr is too small to have two sets of classes. Would I really want to bunk around a bunch of forced abstinence, horny guys? Ehhh... Thinking about this hurts my head."
"That's true, you could be!.... Stupid women, it's like they're marionette controlled by their emotions... I hadn't thought of a male weyrmate... I hadn't thought of a women making me make her jewelry either...", he tried to comment between each of the man's sentinces aloud, but quietly, mostly to himself. "And this is a weyr, so it's accepting of everything, especially whatever mess dragonlust makes of things. How did you handle the last gold flight? I ...", he paused, thinking, blushing, and barely shaking his head in a negative manner. "I was in a remote part of the Weyr, there weren't very many people... well, there really weren't any people around.", he wanted to continue on and talk about his feelings, but as per the nonexistant Masculine Men's Codex of Life, men didn't talk about feelings. That was off limit, and according to the Codex, if one wanted to talk about feelings, they had to talk to a woman, not another man. It just wasn't manly to talk about emotions and heartstrings with the same gender.
"Why aren't you impressed yet? And since when do Farmcrafters impress, Mr. Farmcrafter? Ohhh... you a stolen' ?"
"Hey, look, I found a poop. Hahaha.", he held up his rake with a clump of dirt, a brownish-black dried object holding it together in the middle. After his chuckle, he dumped it into his bucket.
His ideas were shot down with logical reminders that he was not a woman and therefore couldn't carry a pregnancy. This was well and true, he'd never wanted to be a woman anyways, though having breasts was an interesting proposal. But where had this come from? Had Isscer thought he was implying he could get out of these things by being pregnant? He had meant that he could use a woman as an excuse. The realization dawned on him that this was exactly what Isscer was talking about: that he couldn't use a woman as an excuse, especially since he wasn't one.
"Oh.", he responded, unhappily, with a slight frown. Something seemed to make Isscer unhappy, and he cleared his throat. Oahvakeen noticed the man's looking away from him. Was the topic that made him uncomfortable women? Or perhaps it was his hair. "Oh. I have lice again?", he perked up. "Ugh. Shoulda told me earlier.", he ruffled his hair around, scratching at it with dirty nails, feeling convinced that now, perhaps he might have lice.
"Bu-", his voice trailed off. Isscer was implying he had to purposely be absinent while his dragonet grew up? "UGH!", he cried out in horror and shock, shriveling up and wincing, as if Isscer had suddenly turned into a gigantic zombie cockroach. He calmed down and gave a long sigh. "Man, it's one thing to not get laid, it's another to purposefully avoid it. That's misery. I hope the barracks for newly impressed are all guys, so there's less temptation. But then there's classes, and there's no way those are segregated - the weyr is too small to have two sets of classes. Would I really want to bunk around a bunch of forced abstinence, horny guys? Ehhh... Thinking about this hurts my head."
"That's true, you could be!.... Stupid women, it's like they're marionette controlled by their emotions... I hadn't thought of a male weyrmate... I hadn't thought of a women making me make her jewelry either...", he tried to comment between each of the man's sentinces aloud, but quietly, mostly to himself. "And this is a weyr, so it's accepting of everything, especially whatever mess dragonlust makes of things. How did you handle the last gold flight? I ...", he paused, thinking, blushing, and barely shaking his head in a negative manner. "I was in a remote part of the Weyr, there weren't very many people... well, there really weren't any people around.", he wanted to continue on and talk about his feelings, but as per the nonexistant Masculine Men's Codex of Life, men didn't talk about feelings. That was off limit, and according to the Codex, if one wanted to talk about feelings, they had to talk to a woman, not another man. It just wasn't manly to talk about emotions and heartstrings with the same gender.
"Why aren't you impressed yet? And since when do Farmcrafters impress, Mr. Farmcrafter? Ohhh... you a stolen' ?"
"Hey, look, I found a poop. Hahaha.", he held up his rake with a clump of dirt, a brownish-black dried object holding it together in the middle. After his chuckle, he dumped it into his bucket.
