[...Oh dammit all. If the question weren't so distracting, he might have asked about his...spare clothes. But it doesn't matter. He can feel panic rising in him as he realizes the landmine he inadvertently stepped on. He never confirmed if his friend knew about the war between the gods, if he knew of the fate that would come to their people...
AND NOW HE'S GONE AND GOOFED. He keeps his expression pretty neutral of the panic rattling his mind, but it shows in his eyes.]
Well, I have been here for more than a moon.
[He knows how weak that sounds, how that is such an obvious dodge, and he hates it. But look, he's trying to work with this whiplash conversation post orgasm, and he's overworked on top of it! Cut him some slack!]
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AND NOW HE'S GONE AND GOOFED. He keeps his expression pretty neutral of the panic rattling his mind, but it shows in his eyes.]
Well, I have been here for more than a moon.
[He knows how weak that sounds, how that is such an obvious dodge, and he hates it. But look, he's trying to work with this whiplash conversation post orgasm, and he's overworked on top of it! Cut him some slack!]