[Xie Lian's shaken off the last remnants of the death toll, so is back in full health. Though he hasn't shaken off all the remnants of the plants he'd been dealing with, which have left a few green stains to be washed out.
He smiles at Dorian, lifting his hand in greeting.]
It's a nice trick, though I don't think I'll mind the hallways going back to normal.
I still don't have my room, [ he grumbles, sighing dramatically. ] So yes, I agree with you entirely. The sooner this ship reverts to normal and the quicker I can obtain a change of clothes, the better.
[He nods.] The laundry room would be nice, too. I've gotten spoiled, not having to wash my clothes in the sink. [Not having a change of clothes, at least, is something he's used to.] But the common room here is... starting to form.
Xie Lian, [ he says, with absolute seriousness. ] Getting used to not washing your clothes in the sink isn't spoiled. It's asking for one of the basic tenants of civilization.
That sounds like it could be dangerous... [He's been moving a little down the corridor, towards the semi-formed common room. This isn't a conversation he wants to have right in front of the dorm doors.]
At least I don't have to ask how you can make sure it's warm.
Oh it's amazing, [ Dorian laughs, as he follows Xie Lian down the hallway. ] Get the water nice and hot, add in some bath salts, and just have a nice, relaxing, hour long soak? There are few things better in the world.
A long bath can be nice, but settling into a nice barrel of water can really provide most of the same benefits...
[The common room night not have the amenities that had been present in them before their little jaunt, but at least provides a certain degree of privacy.
Which, unfortunately, means trying to get around to his question. But he's willing to face discomfort for this. He rubs his neck.]
In your experience of relationships... have you ever run into something one person wants and the other can't do. Ah, not in... an emotional sense.
[ Relationship questions. Well, he's not surprised. ]
Like what, something physical? If someone has a terrible gag reflex or something like that?
[ But as he says that, he thinks 'wait, does Xie Lian even know how to suck dick to begin with?'—which, as far as Dorian's concerned, is an honest question. ]
So what? Do you...I don't know, have a tight asshole or something like that? There are lubes for that and you don't have to actually take it up the butt.
[ What the hell could the problem be? Because the only other thing Dorian can think of at the moment is kissing and surely it's not kissing....right? ]
[Xie Lian does his best to adhere strictly to his path, but neither unobservant or separate from the world so while he firmly doesn't understand the specifics of Dorian's words, he does understand the shape of them.
Though he makes a strong effort not to think about it.]
Nothing like that. [He coughs.] Perhaps 'physical' is the wrong way to put it. A difference in - interests? [Not quite right, either, but perhaps closer.]
[ That makes more sense. Crozier likes biting, Xie Lian doesn't. Or something like that. ]
Well as long as you make your preferences known, there shouldn't be a problem. Say what you're not into, listen to what Crozier's not into, have a conversation about the thing. Granted, sometimes you might have to do something you're not into, especially if the other person's really into it, but that's why you talk about it.
We had a conversation, of sorts. [He can admit that Crozier had had to kind of carry both sides, which he feels bad about, but he'd had no idea how to respond.] It was about, ah, a preference that I can't meet. I don't think Francis was anything but honest that it's not something he holds against me or anything like that. But, for that same reason, it's hard to bring up the question of what he wants...
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Ah, sorry to trouble you, but I was wondering if I could ask for your advice on something. ...In person.
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I'll see you in a few.
[ And here's Dorian! Waiting outside of the door! Being useful! ]
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He smiles at Dorian, lifting his hand in greeting.]
It's a nice trick, though I don't think I'll mind the hallways going back to normal.
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At least I don't have to ask how you can make sure it's warm.
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[The common room night not have the amenities that had been present in them before their little jaunt, but at least provides a certain degree of privacy.
Which, unfortunately, means trying to get around to his question. But he's willing to face discomfort for this. He rubs his neck.]
In your experience of relationships... have you ever run into something one person wants and the other can't do. Ah, not in... an emotional sense.
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Like what, something physical? If someone has a terrible gag reflex or something like that?
[ But as he says that, he thinks 'wait, does Xie Lian even know how to suck dick to begin with?'—which, as far as Dorian's concerned, is an honest question. ]
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Yes, something, ah, more physical. Though I don't think a gag reflex would be involved...
[There's a lot he doesn't know about kissing, but he thinks he has some understanding of the process.]
I'm so sorry
[ What the hell could the problem be? Because the only other thing Dorian can think of at the moment is kissing and surely it's not kissing....right? ]
it's perfect
Though he makes a strong effort not to think about it.]
Nothing like that. [He coughs.] Perhaps 'physical' is the wrong way to put it. A difference in - interests? [Not quite right, either, but perhaps closer.]
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Well as long as you make your preferences known, there shouldn't be a problem. Say what you're not into, listen to what Crozier's not into, have a conversation about the thing. Granted, sometimes you might have to do something you're not into, especially if the other person's really into it, but that's why you talk about it.
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We had a conversation, of sorts. [He can admit that Crozier had had to kind of carry both sides, which he feels bad about, but he'd had no idea how to respond.] It was about, ah, a preference that I can't meet. I don't think Francis was anything but honest that it's not something he holds against me or anything like that. But, for that same reason, it's hard to bring up the question of what he wants...
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