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[tacosgay]

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[tacosgay]

Uuuuuuuhhhhh... I don't know if that makes it more weird or less? I mean, I may as well use them, though. Do we have any kind of medical tent still that I can access if I have a magical erection lasting longer than four hours?

[espigeon]

Well, Herbert's the doctor now. He doesn't really have what you'd call a bedside manner, of course. There's also me. I mean, I have a little medical training, but the only erections I'm qualified to treat usually run their course before too long anyway.

[hmm he's not sure he really managed to bring that back around. Jules does know that unusual erections are a legit medical condition but also, he thirsty.]

Aaaah, I shoulda said 'if that happens you should let me look at it'.

[tacosgay]

[Taako breaks into giggles, though there's a teasing lilt to them, a bit of an "oooo~~" sort of tone in his voice.]

Maybe we'll have to give some of these a try together sometime, then, just in case. You know, for safety and all that, right?

[espigeon]

Well, yes. Safety first! And of course it's helpful to be able to gauge their effects. For science. And other fun reasons.

[tacosgay]

Of course. Well, trailer 18's door is-- uh, actually, it's totally not always open because my roommate is, uh... Well, he's an insane person, so maybe tell me first if you want to come over or something.

[wait there's probably still old blood in the trailer and dead mice from foster being... foster]

Scratch that, actually, uh, we should probably just hang out at your place, should we ever... actually, uh, make some plans.

[espigeon]

Well! I am my own roommate, conveniently, and his only issue is... most of the furniture's big. Especially the bed. Gimme a little warning if you want to see it, though, it kinda folds down because otherwise, that's most of the interior space.

[tacosgay]

Oh, yeah, uh, you've got that whole extra birdy body thing going on, right? So, does your other body just kind of... chill there while things are going on, or what?

[UHHHH]

[espigeon]

Nah, I'd just multitask. Go for a walk, or a flight. I've done it before. I know, the bird thing weirds people out.

[tacosgay]

Well, I mean... yeah, okay, it is kind of weird, and I definitely wouldn't want it hanging around for, uh. Certain private moments, but... you know. Technically, aren't both of them just... you, though? So I guess it really doesn't matter either way.

[Hitting on someone with two bodies is confusing.]

[espigeon]

To be honest my bird half is more 'me', really. I've gotten used to having a peripheral, it's awesome, but I can't ever forget, it's secondary. But like I totally get it, I'm a bit of an unusual case.

[tacosgay]

So, here's a totally not invasive and weird question, have you ever gotten down and dirty with somebody using that body? How does that even, uh, work?

[espigeon]

I don't kiss and tell. It's just not classy. [Says Julien, who's answering the question anyway.]

But, I think I can say, I had one friend-with-benefits from before I started getting too birdy who stuck with me for a while after. The number of viable positions got cut way down but I do have, ahem, one salient feature that didn't really change.

Al-so like there's two of me and if you can say straight faced that you wouldn't consider it if there was two of you, well, I've misjudged.

[tacosgay]

To be fair, this isn't a terribly classy conversation, yet here we are.

Uh... huh. I mean, I've gotta say, you've got me pegged there, because absolutely I would consider it-- I'd more than consider it, my guy. But I'm also not sometimes a giant bird, I guess, so that would make things a little more complicated, I'm sure.

You know, this isn't quite how I'd hoped to learn about your love life, but it's certainly been, uh... educational?

[espigeon]

There's levels and levels of trashy, my friend! I am Sweet Trashy, I will take my observations about just who squeals like a pig or gets distracted mid-handy by twenty questions to my grave, but I have no trouble at all saying I tend to go off a little early and that's no reason to stop.

Mmm, well. That's a free taste of Schooling With Julien, but the rates are very reasonable and the coursework is flexible. No one's required to screw a dove to pass.

[tacosgay]

I certainly hope "who squeals like a pig" isn't either one of the people in this conversation. I mean, let's be honest, it's not a dealbreaker, but still-- not one of those really appealing bedroom sounds.

I've got to know, what exactly are the electives here like? Or is screwing a dove one of them?

[espigeon]

If I'm talking I tend to babble, if I'm not I'm pretty quiet actually. No worries there.

That is a rather exclusive elective. There's a ton that are more accessible though, like Creative Uses For Pedipalps 101 and the whole Riding But Not Like That path. If it's applicable in the real world, eh, but it's fun.

THIS CONVERSATION IS A MESS

[tacosgay]

Oooh. Well, uh, I don't know about pedipalps or anything like that, but definitely sign me up for that second one.

...

Eeeuuh, not that I'm necessarily against the pedipalps... well, I could be "against" them, though, if you're into that.

[espigeon]

I mean, who wouldn't wanna go for a ride on the biggest cock you're likely to find? I even fly.

Heh. Good to hear because, uh, look, the 'without pedipalps' option has no lips and barely has hands. I wanna say something suggestive about the little face-arms but, yeah.

[tacosgay]

"Little face-arms" is honestly the least sensual way you could possibly describe anything, pretty much ever, if I'm honest, darling, but it was a good try.

[espigeon]

I don't always have the best lines, I know. It means I'm authentic at least? I'm a humble man who knows the limits of his wit and is a good background for showing off someone sparklier?

[tacosgay]

Someone like me, I assume is what you're meaning to imply?

[His voice curls up as he speaks, a grin in his tone.]

[espigeon]

Well of course! I'm your velvet backdrop, baby. I'm soft and I've got my own kinda shine but I'm a complement, not competition.

[tacosgay]

I mean, you'd be fuckin' hard-pressed to find competition for me, but okay, I'll take it.

[There's a pause; he tilts his head from side to side, weighing his options, considering how seriously he should take any of this. Finally, he speaks up:]

So, uh, are we actually gonna do this thing? Like... I mean, do you want to meet up back at your place sometime?

[hey guess what he's thinking about that reaper back home again and feeling hot guilt creeping up inside of him, pooling at the bottom of his stomach, and this time he can't even push it aside because julien actually flirts and

uh oh

this was a mistake]

[espigeon]

That's for sure.

[Julien hears that hesitation.]

I would love to but like, that usually does mean a talk about what you want and what I want, just to avoid like major disaster. And, like, I don't like making anyone unhappy.

[tacosgay]

Yeah, no, I, uh...

[A long pause; he breathes a sigh, his fingers tangling through his hair as he tries to parse his words and admit his mistake.]

I kind of, uh, have a boyfriend? Not here, I mean, he's back home, but still, that's... a thing. And I've already made one mistake here-- well, okay, technically it was an ongoing mistake that occurred more than once, but, uh... well, we talked about that at the ball the Prince had, and it's... fine.

[Sort of. But Taako had been honest, and he'd been forgiven.]

The thing is, I think that, uh... like, sex is one thing, right? I mean, it's just, whatever, that's a thing people do sometimes, but emotional things are... different.