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[The feed begins with the redhead sitting with his back up against the wall of the horse barn at Gefion Park. From the looks of things, he's sitting inside. Some horse tack is visible hanging on the wall over his shoulders. A partially eaten apple sits in his visible hand, and he's looking off at something in the distance.]

[He takes a bite of the apple, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing and finally addressing the feed.]

Was there... somethin'... wrong people did where y'all come from?

[The sound of a horse nickering is heard in the background. His lips move awkwardly, like he's trying to say something that won't let itself be said.]

I don' mean like... murder or nothin'. I know tha's wrong. I mean like... somethin' some people did that lotsa people thought was... [He pauses, the word finally coming with a touch of bitterness and fear.] ...shameful.

[He set the apple down to scratch the side of his nose, not once having made eye-contact with the feed.]

An'... did you uh... did y' think that th' thing people were doin' was uhm.. immoral or disgustin'? Or were y' confused why so many people didn' like it?

[He sighed gently, finally casting a brief look at the feed before shutting it off.]

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Shame's bullshit people put on others. I've got enough of that just being born. If it isn't something that hurts someone else, there's no point being ashamed of it, and there's no point judging them. There's all sorts of real issues for that crap.

[In truth, she was being a little hypocritical as she said this, but regardless she felt most shame was a waste of effort. She had more than enough of it just being half-demon.]

Tha's all fine an' dandy, but bein' a certain way gits y' killed where I'm from. An' I didn' have no freaky powers t' keep my ass alive.

[He tried to keep his tone playful when he spoke of freaky powers. He wasn't trying to insult her, just stating the facts. He'd always been a boring old human, and boring old humans generally didn't survive a group of pissed off hicks stomping them to death.]

[He paused for a moment.]

I'm no' sayin' I like feelin' like shit fer how I am. Hell, I'd rather e'erybody fuckin' held hands an' sang songs and got along an' all that fruity rainbow bullshit.

[Thankfully this was Audio, because the idea of her singing and holding hands with flowers in her hair was enough to make him smirk in amusement, stifling a laugh.]

I jus' wanna know how mos' people feel 'bout it before I go bein' weird all o'er th' place. 'm no' real in'ersted in gettin' m' head stomped in.

Freaky powers don't always keep you alive. Trust me. But, call this a hunch when I say most of these people give two figs about how you behave, as long as nobody's getting hurt. There's probably a few judgmental ones, but you have freaky powers now, though so do they.

But, for the sake of argument, what sort of weird are we talking about.

[Uh oh. The inevitable question. What exactly are you talking about? It would take him a while to gather the courage to respond... only to make an ass of himself and avoid the question.]

[He grabbed a nearby paper bag, crinkling it in the background, trying to make it sound like static or something.]

Wha's tha'? I can' [crinkle] 'ear ya [crush] breakin' [crumple] ...

[That was all well and good, but he'd slip and she'd hear a small 'phew' just before the feed shut off.]

[Oh no he didn't. You did not pull that bullshit with Samantha Grey. She shot a message back that was labeled private, trying to start the feed again. It had her face right up in front of the camera giving him 'that look' with an odd quirk to her lips.]

Don't you dare pull that crap with me buddy. You know good and damned well I've got my own share of shames right on my forehead. I could care less if there's a corpse involved, but I'll get you an answer for your question.

So spill it. What the hell's so shameful you can't tell the half-demon chick you got drunk with the other night?

[He thought himself so clever. Yeaaah, just conned that angry chick out of answer. Woo! Oh wait.]

[...Uh oh.]

[Her eyes burned holes in the back of his skull, even through the feed. Shit. She may as well be there with him giving him an indian burn on his arm until he yelled uncle.]

U-uh... Well... [Even if he ignored the question, she'd probably run down here and kick him in the balls for taking her for a fool. He was stuck.]

[For the first time, she'd see him look genuinely weak and afraid, looking away from the feed as if it would hurt him.]

I'm... 'm no' uh... 'm no'... attracted t'... women.

[From the sounds of things, he'd rather her shove bamboo shoots under his fingernails than make him say it, but there it was.]

[She was initially tempted to kick him the balls on principle. And then he said what he said. She blinked and felt something inside of her very briefly rile up with a vicious sort of possessive jealousy, as if to say 'wait, you mean all those jokes and you didn't even want me?' It got shot down in a split second as she realized how much easier this made her life.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Was that all?]

There's probably a couple dicks around here with their panties in a twist about you preferring to pole dance than plow a field. Fuck 'em. [She figured he'd appreciate the humor.] Trust the half succubus when I say that, even if that dick of a god said something about your preferences, you've got no reason to listen to it. He's a horse's ass.

You're fine, and I wish people in my world could have found something better to beat each other up over than that. Anyone hassles you over this, tell me, and I'll help you kick their ass. And don't bother rushing into anything around here. Just... take it easy. Fuck if there's any reason to ever rush that.

Edited 2012-07-12 20:07 (UTC)

[It wasn't as if he'd never slept with women before. Hell, when he'd told her he was a Casanova back home, he hadn't been kidding. He was the king of drunken one-night-stands with both men and women, although he had to be a little more drunk to get with men. He was that worried about it.]

[As far as she was concerned, he was still convinced she had teeth in her vagina, so the thought of bedding her had only crossed his mind as long as it took for her to deter him of it. And she deterred him of it fairly quickly.]

Bu' I like plowin' fields... [He was too worked up and worried, the humor was lost on him for now.]

'm jus'... 'm fuckin' confused. [He finally gave up trying to avoid the subject, sitting down to properly talk with her. What was the point in hiding anything now?]

It ain't like I never been with a woman. Fuck, I got an eight-year-old son at 'ome. [He sighed a little.] I been with lotsa women an' it ain't like I don' enjoy m'self.

I jus'... I jus' get all butterflies-in-th'-stomach 'round some boys, an' I ain't ne'er really felt nervous 'round women.

[He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little in frustration.]

...I jus' don' know 'nymore.

Eh, I hate to say this, but I'm the last person you want giving you relationship advice. If you like having sex with both, you might be bi. Nothing wrong with that either. Some people want different things from guys and girls. Pretty normal, really.

Just take it slow and figure it out at your own pace. No point trying to rush things. That'll just give you more trouble than it's worth. Figure out if you like someone and ask them out. Me, I'm sort of not even trying to think about that crap while I'm here.

But you sound like you're having some pretty normal problems. You'll be fine, promise.

[Honestly, he probably needed someone to be extremely blunt with him. No sugar coating. No coddling.]

[Suddenly, he gave a soft smile, seeming a bit calmer.]

Hey uh... [He peered at the feed.] ...thanks.

[For better or worse, she'd gone and earned his trust, at least partially. She was stuck with him.]

Don't mention it. It's almost nice to see someone having a problem that's just mundane and normal, that anybody'd have, no matter how much crap's hitting the fan around them. Hope it helps a little at least.

[God help the poor sod. Well, she did mean well at least.]

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