[ his helmet is on,and he is bundled for being off-ship. a fur-lined jacket, a muffler that comes up around the bottom of his helmet, warmth radiating off of him in some attempt to not be aching later.
and he bumps right into keith, hands shooting out to steady him as he stomps along. ]
[ while he tilts his head back, there's no knowing his audible reaction - ganymede reaches up and mutes his helmet for a few seconds. maybe he's screaming in there? who knows.
anyways he unmutes it. ]
It's, uh, referring to preferences. Tops and bottoms and vers are position preferences.
[ god keith wishes he could also mute himself, so he can scream, and then maybe die.
all the color has drained from him, any purple is gone, his hair is white, he's like a ghost of himself. ]
There's so much to it..............[ a husk of a person, he is, right now. the only thing keeping him from falling face first into the snow, which he kind of wants to do, is his hold on ganymede's shoulders still. ]
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and he bumps right into keith, hands shooting out to steady him as he stomps along. ]
Whoa! Keith, what - [ wait
uh. ] - what is playing right now?
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How am I supposed to know!! [ the only thing he knows is that its explicit, because everyone was too nice to go into detail and embarrass him. ]
It’s been following me around all afternoon.
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Oh my god. [ a little choked, through the synthesizer of his helmet. ] Who - why would someone do this. This is.
Deeply inappropriate for on-planet work, first of all.
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You know what it means too? [ just puts his hands on his shoulders, looks him in the eyes. ]
What does it mean. It can't be THAT bad. [ he does not seem to care if it's inappropriate. not knowing is KILLING HIM SMALLS. ]
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but at least it's. him. that keith is asking. we guess. ]
... it's. A gay sex thing.
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just a very forced: ] ...I see.
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anyways he unmutes it. ]
It's, uh, referring to preferences. Tops and bottoms and vers are position preferences.
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all the color has drained from him, any purple is gone, his hair is white, he's like a ghost of himself. ]
There's so much to it..............[ a husk of a person, he is, right now. the only thing keeping him from falling face first into the snow, which he kind of wants to do, is his hold on ganymede's shoulders still. ]
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cautiously pats his shoulder. he'll just let keith hold onto him to stay upright. ]
It's... yeah. Everyone has their preferences.