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Bash moves over to the couch and plops himself down in the space between Keith and Jeff, so he can be touching both of them. Because look, he's an oversized housecat and if he fits, he certainly sits.
"Pretty sure, yeah. And if there's a problem that comes up, we can talk about it--me and Jeff, me and you, all three of us. Communication's kinda a big deal with shit like this."
He grabs a slice of the veggie pizza, folding it in half before biting into it.
'Don't worry. If anyone's gonna screw things up, it's me.'
Jeff almost says it, almost wraps his self esteem issues up in a little joke, but he-- for once?-- manages to swallow it back, if only because he's pretty sure Bash will see through it, and he doesn't want him to worry.
So he's glad to just parrot his Dominant with a, "Yeah... Communication."
As if his main mode of communication isn't "go into party binge mode and avoid everything".
Jeff grabs a slice of pineapple pizza and leans against Bash comfortably, relaxing now that all three of them are on the couch.
"Wait, so when you say this is all new to you, do you mean, like, um... the Dom/sub stuff, or the, uh..."
Jeff you can't just ask people if they are-- or were, up until landing in sex city, with all its quotas-- a virgin!
At least he seems to realize it, because he quickly adds an only slightly panicked, "Nevermind!"
And then he takes a bite of pizza to shut himself up.
Keith's used to having a giant fluffy wolf taking up a lot of space, so oversized house cat is perfectly fine with him. "I'll be honest, I'm really not good with people. I'm learning, but it's... a process. I can try, I just can't promise anything."
It's probably a good thing though that he isn't eating at the moment Jeff starts to ask the question, if just because he'd have given a noncommittal answer and claimed that 'sorry, mouth is full'. Instead, he uses the time to try and figure out if he wants to go with tried and true or something altogether new. Pizza is a serious deliberation here, and it takes the embarrassment out of the equation if he's focused on something else.
"All of it. I didn't go out of my way to be close to people and I didn't exactly have a good reputation at the Garrison, then I got kicked out and stayed as far from people as I could get for a year..." When you can't decide, you pick two and sandwich them together. Time to see how well pineapple goes with veggies! It can't possibly be worse than spending years in space living on food goo. "...and after that, I had other things to worry about instead. I was never really interested. This place was... a really big change that I'm still trying to get used to."
Pizza sandwich seems like a valid choice to Bash. He relaxes against the other two. "You been around just as long as both of us have been here. I think you haven't really been trying to get used to all of it. Which, like. That's a choice to make. But in my opinion, things here are a bit easier with people to lean on."
The hand not holding Bash's pizza lightly wraps around Jeff when he leans in. It's almost a reflex at this point: boy leans, hold boy.
he had an important thing for jeff to know, so... >.>
Oh, that earns a momentary flat look, broken only by the need to consume pizza. "Hey, 'm getting better. I wen' fr'm being-" And yep, he's talking with his mouth full. Give him a moment to swallow. "I went from being the one that got ignored, labeled the 'emo kid', and told I was a problem to-- to everything that's happened since I got here. It was a crash course, but I'm getting better." He's pretty sure neither of them wants to hear about the 'everything' part, so he's glad he was able to stop himself and be vague about it.
"And that's on top of the whole being half alien thing that I didn't have a lotta time to get adjusted to since we were kinda in the middle of a war, so now I have to worry about whether or not what I say or how I act or react in situations is normal or if it's entirely because I'm part angry giant purple space koala. Which, by the way," Keith leans forward to give Jeff a worried look, careful not to drop his pizza in the process, "is a thing, so if aliens kinda freak you out at all, now's the time to say something. I don't turn purple, I don't get fuzzy, I don't have any weird alien bodyparts, I just- Okay, I'm not entirely sure, but he saw it, so he can probably fill you in there."
Jeff listens, attentive even as he cuddles into Bash, though his pizza's momentarily forgotten. He may not know anything about Keith's world, or the experiences that ultimately led him right here, on their couch, but he gets it. Or he thinks he gets it, anyway, because for as fucked up as this city is, it's like...
A fresh start. And for some (like, hey, Jeff), there's a lot more good than bad here, and their lives back home weren't all that great to begin with.
And then his eyes widen with excitement when he hears the words angry giant purple space koala. No, it definitly doesn't seem to freak him out, though Jeff does wilt (just a little!) when Keith immediately assures him that he doesn't turn purple or get fuzzy.
Takes all the fun out of purple space koalas, doesn't it?
"Right on." Yeah, Jeff's trying to play it cool. "Doesn't freak me out, man, I mean..." He makes his eyes big and lifts his brows, looking sooo innocent. "As long as you're cool with witches."
Not Jeff's go-to word to describe himself, but it seems to be the most common here, so he rolls with it. It's a lot easier to say I'm a witch than I'm Gifted-- oh, what does that mean? Well...
"I'd have said cat before koala. Between the golden eyes and sharp teeth, you absolutely reminded me of a cat baring its fangs." He ruffles Keith's hair gently, before looking at Jeff.
"And both of you are alright with me, so I don't exactly expect being weird about people not being normal to be a problem."
There's an indignant squeak at the hair-ruffling, but that's all the further it goes. He really doesn't mind it as much as he acts. Just wait until he gets to be comfortable, because then there's another tick in the cat box. But--
Wait, witches? "Are we talking like weird masked Druid 'I burn you with magic' witches? Because last time I had to deal with those, the guy burned my hand and it kinda turned this blotchy purple color..." Not that he'd have anything against Jeff if he is, but he'd at least know not to do anything to end up getting burned. Of course, that particular Druid was also the enemy and trying to kill him, but eh, details. It's also the only time he's ever had a reaction like that before -it's never been replicated no matter how many times he got banged up, so it was most likely a reaction to the magic.
Bash's comment makes him open his mouth, drawing breath to say something when he stops, thinks better on it, and closes it again. Really, what does he say to that? The guy's a literal demigod, so any comment Keith might make about not being normal is like calling water wet. "Okay, fine, you got me there."
Jeff laughs a little at the indignant squeak, but stops short at the question, along with the very specific example of masks and burning and-- okay, there might be a split second where he might feel somewhat offended, because he's spent his whole life dealing with assumptions and stereotypes, but then it's all cleared up when Keith mentions his own personal experience with some Druid assholes.
"Oh. Uh. No? I just make music, and cool stuff happens. I don't use it to hurt people, or do creepy occult shit, or... sacrifice animals or make people fall in love with me or anything like that."
And Bash definitely has a point there, anyway. Jeff hums in consideration. "So none of us are normal."
Which he says as if it's a good thing. Jeff never put much stock in normalcy to begin with. Maybe it's a byproduct of the whole witch thing. Or maybe it's just good, old fashioned, youthful rebellion.
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"Pretty sure, yeah. And if there's a problem that comes up, we can talk about it--me and Jeff, me and you, all three of us. Communication's kinda a big deal with shit like this."
He grabs a slice of the veggie pizza, folding it in half before biting into it.
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Jeff almost says it, almost wraps his self esteem issues up in a little joke, but he-- for once?-- manages to swallow it back, if only because he's pretty sure Bash will see through it, and he doesn't want him to worry.
So he's glad to just parrot his Dominant with a, "Yeah... Communication."
As if his main mode of communication isn't "go into party binge mode and avoid everything".
Jeff grabs a slice of pineapple pizza and leans against Bash comfortably, relaxing now that all three of them are on the couch.
"Wait, so when you say this is all new to you, do you mean, like, um... the Dom/sub stuff, or the, uh..."
Jeff you can't just ask people if they are-- or were, up until landing in sex city, with all its quotas-- a virgin!
At least he seems to realize it, because he quickly adds an only slightly panicked, "Nevermind!"
And then he takes a bite of pizza to shut himself up.
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It's probably a good thing though that he isn't eating at the moment Jeff starts to ask the question, if just because he'd have given a noncommittal answer and claimed that 'sorry, mouth is full'. Instead, he uses the time to try and figure out if he wants to go with tried and true or something altogether new. Pizza is a serious deliberation here, and it takes the embarrassment out of the equation if he's focused on something else.
"All of it. I didn't go out of my way to be close to people and I didn't exactly have a good reputation at the Garrison, then I got kicked out and stayed as far from people as I could get for a year..." When you can't decide, you pick two and sandwich them together. Time to see how well pineapple goes with veggies! It can't possibly be worse than spending years in space living on food goo. "...and after that, I had other things to worry about instead. I was never really interested. This place was... a really big change that I'm still trying to get used to."
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The hand not holding Bash's pizza lightly wraps around Jeff when he leans in. It's almost a reflex at this point: boy leans, hold boy.
he had an important thing for jeff to know, so... >.>
"And that's on top of the whole being half alien thing that I didn't have a lotta time to get adjusted to since we were kinda in the middle of a war, so now I have to worry about whether or not what I say or how I act or react in situations is normal or if it's entirely because I'm part angry giant purple space koala. Which, by the way," Keith leans forward to give Jeff a worried look, careful not to drop his pizza in the process, "is a thing, so if aliens kinda freak you out at all, now's the time to say something. I don't turn purple, I don't get fuzzy, I don't have any weird alien bodyparts, I just- Okay, I'm not entirely sure, but he saw it, so he can probably fill you in there."
'He' being Bash, of course.
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A fresh start. And for some (like, hey, Jeff), there's a lot more good than bad here, and their lives back home weren't all that great to begin with.
And then his eyes widen with excitement when he hears the words angry giant purple space koala. No, it definitly doesn't seem to freak him out, though Jeff does wilt (just a little!) when Keith immediately assures him that he doesn't turn purple or get fuzzy.
Takes all the fun out of purple space koalas, doesn't it?
"Right on." Yeah, Jeff's trying to play it cool. "Doesn't freak me out, man, I mean..." He makes his eyes big and lifts his brows, looking sooo innocent. "As long as you're cool with witches."
Not Jeff's go-to word to describe himself, but it seems to be the most common here, so he rolls with it. It's a lot easier to say I'm a witch than I'm Gifted-- oh, what does that mean? Well...
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"And both of you are alright with me, so I don't exactly expect being weird about people not being normal to be a problem."
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Wait, witches? "Are we talking like weird masked Druid 'I burn you with magic' witches? Because last time I had to deal with those, the guy burned my hand and it kinda turned this blotchy purple color..." Not that he'd have anything against Jeff if he is, but he'd at least know not to do anything to end up getting burned. Of course, that particular Druid was also the enemy and trying to kill him, but eh, details. It's also the only time he's ever had a reaction like that before -it's never been replicated no matter how many times he got banged up, so it was most likely a reaction to the magic.
Bash's comment makes him open his mouth, drawing breath to say something when he stops, thinks better on it, and closes it again. Really, what does he say to that? The guy's a literal demigod, so any comment Keith might make about not being normal is like calling water wet. "Okay, fine, you got me there."
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"Oh. Uh. No? I just make music, and cool stuff happens. I don't use it to hurt people, or do creepy occult shit, or... sacrifice animals or make people fall in love with me or anything like that."
And Bash definitely has a point there, anyway. Jeff hums in consideration. "So none of us are normal."
Which he says as if it's a good thing. Jeff never put much stock in normalcy to begin with. Maybe it's a byproduct of the whole witch thing. Or maybe it's just good, old fashioned, youthful rebellion.