[ York sighs, but he's grinning as he raises the bottle, upturning it over his head. Water runs down through his hair in rivulets, down his face and neck and shoulders, soaking into his shirt.
The gel he used isn't waterproof but it isnt' too disturbed by a glass worth of water. York glances in the mirror as he lowers the empty bottle, plucking at his now-wet shirt. ]
[ York's joking, but relieved that it isn't cold in here. He heads back to his spot, grabbing the little liquor bottle for another sip, and sits down cross-legged on the bed.
Well, it kind of started with my sister. She would talk about all the women she thought were hot, and I didn't really connect to what she was saying. I asked her how she knew once. She laughed at me for that. Eventually I told her I thought I was bi, because to me guys and girls were similar levels of attractive. She's the one who suggested I might be ace.
If you weren't attracted to anybody at all, would you have a low enough libido to just never have sex with anyone? I don't know about you, but that's not me.
Hmm, I guess I just... always knew, even if I didn't always have a word for it? From the time I knew what a crush was, I was already having them for people no matter how they identified. And my parents just rolled with it, so I didn't know that wasn't how it was for everybody until I got a little older.
[ York eyes the bottle. He's not going to ask North if he's sure that's a good idea, as his friend seems to be in a good mood... but he'll definitely keep his good eye on the mood of things. ]
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The gel he used isn't waterproof but it isnt' too disturbed by a glass worth of water. York glances in the mirror as he lowers the empty bottle, plucking at his now-wet shirt. ]
Hey, it didn't totally ruin my hair. Hah!
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One day you're going to notice it thinning and you'll have to change your hair style.
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[ York steps out of the bathroom, still plucking his shirt. ]
Am I allowed to change my shirt or do I have to keep playing wet?
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[ He sits back on the bunk he'd been sitting on before. ]
Truth.
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[ York's joking, but relieved that it isn't cold in here. He heads back to his spot, grabbing the little liquor bottle for another sip, and sits down cross-legged on the bed.
Actually, the joke gives him an idea. ]
How'd you figure out you were ace?
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[ York doesn't fully understand, but he wants to. It seems like an important thing he never knew about his best friend. ]
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[ North appreciates that York's asking questions. Better to ask and to know than not to and to not. ]
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[ Realizing that's what York means, shakes his head with a few moments of laughter. ]
York, having sex and having attraction don't necessarily have much to do with one another.
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[ And he's realizing now that he was very wrong in interpreting this. ]
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[ He grins, polishing off the first little liquor bottle and setting it on the nightstand. ]
Truth.
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Return question, about you being whatever you are. Pan, I'm guessing.
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It's easier for you people.
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[ York laughs, too, though, starting to feel the warmth of the drink he's had loosening his limbs. ]
I wouldn't trade it?
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I'm glad to know.
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Are we switching to Never Have I Ever?
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[ He sets the bottle in his lap, clutching it with 3 fingers. ]
You want to go first?
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Never have I ever shot a sniper rifle.
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