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This is Ginzo's open post. Anything goes.

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[loveandlanguish]

[He'll reciprocate by ogling back. You are still not wearing pants, after all. It's a nice view.]

That one's green curry. Sure you still don't want a drink?

[just_displaced]

I do, but I don't want to get up off the couch, and I don't want to ask you to get me one.

[Well, there's that characteristic honesty. He'll get up sooner or later, he really will. It's just that at the moment he's still foggy from sleep, and the couch is so comfortable, and, well, he's not wearing pants and he doesn't want to put them on.]

[loveandlanguish]

Too late, already up.

[You can't stop him. He's going to the fridge and getting you a beer whether you like it or not. He brings his food with him though because mmm pad thai.

Have an opened beer thrust at you and then he's gonna collapse on the couch again.]

[just_displaced]

Hey, c'mon, you don't have to...

[No, it's pretty much true, he can't stop him, nor does he particularly want to, because hey, he gets a drink out of it. He'll just sit here on the couch and dig into his food, then, shall he?]

Thanks.

[Talking with his mouth full, how dignified.]

[loveandlanguish]

It's a bonus for me too, you know, I haven't even seen you drunk yet. That doesn't happen very often.

[Yep, eyebrowing at you from the other side of the sofa again. Also your lap looks like a good footrest right now, excuse him.]

[just_displaced]

Well, I don't really get drunk very often. I have a really low tolerance. Embarrassingly low. I mean, I can have a beer or two, that's easy enough, but when it comes to really drinking? Yeah, I can't keep up, and I don't even try anymore. The guys at the office could drink me under the table in about twenty minutes.

[He does make quite a good footrest, doesn't he?]

[loveandlanguish]

You really need to start learning about the things you shouldn't tell me. Warning you now, I am a terrible influence and the thought of you being drunk under the table is pretty hilarious to me.

[just_displaced]

I don't really like to keep secrets. I mean, there're some secrets that should definitely be kept, but I don't see what's so bad about telling you that I'm a complete and total failure when it comes to doing traditionally manly stuff like drinking.

[Another big bite of food and a shrug.]

That's manly, right? Getting really drunk and pretending you're not?

[loveandlanguish]

To be honest, the definition changes so often, I can't really keep track.

[You're asking a guy wearing nail polish here. Think it through.]

[just_displaced]

Yeah, me either, so I mostly just don't. I... shit.

[Because of course he's spilled food on himself. He looks down at his stomach with an expression of complete resignation, because he's always been clumsy as hell, and always will be.]

Whoops.

[loveandlanguish]

[Well that is just asking for it. Quick as anything, Oliver leans in and licks the small patch of green curry sauce and rice off his stomach. And then leaning back with the most nonchalant look in the world.]

That's pretty good.

[just_displaced]

Did you just... lick me?

[Yes, he's aware that he definitely just did. But c'mon, nobody's ever licked curry sauce off of him before, he's allowed to be a little bemused.]

And yeah, it's tasty. Probably tastier when it hasn't been on my stomach.

[loveandlanguish]

I don't know. I think that may have improved it a bit.

[Come on, Ginsberg, you had food on your skin. OF COURSE he licked it off.]

[just_displaced]

Yeah, sure.

[Nope, very skeptical right here, because he doesn't really think eating food off of people sounds like a good idea. Although he guesses there're probably some people that're into that.]

I should probably put clothes on at some point, I guess.

[loveandlanguish]

Only if you feel the need to. This place is an entirely nude-friendly zone.

[just_displaced]

I'm not sure if I'm a nude-friendly zone. I mean, I'm friendly to other peoples' nudity, but not my own.

[loveandlanguish]

Maybe you just need a little more practice with it.

[He lets his eyes wander admiringly down his naked form again.]

And you really don't have anything to be ashamed about.

[just_displaced]

Yeah, maybe. Then I'd stop thinking about how skinny I was all the time and just enjoy myself.

[Or maybe it's just that he's drawn to slightly larger physiques. Like Oliver's. Yep, he's definitely looking, as he takes a sip of beer and then another bite of food.]

[loveandlanguish]

I don't mean to rock your world or anything, but some people do actually prefer thin men.

[just_displaced]

[This is completely new and utterly baffling information to him. Give him just a second to process it, really.]

I guess some people do. But even if they did, it's kind of awkward to sit around naked in front of people. I mean, it actually seems to be okay around you, but maybe that's because you're just... not that awkward in general. It's nice.

[loveandlanguish]

Thank you!

[That's a very nice compliment.]

It gets easier with practice, so I've heard. The being naked thing.

[just_displaced]

I guess I'll just have to practice. Maybe not in general, but maybe I'll practice around you. If you don't protest that, I mean.

[loveandlanguish]

I can't think of any objections coming to mind just yet.

[just_displaced]

And then I can practice other stuff, too.

[Oh god. Did he just say that? Shit. Maybe he's a little too comfortable, because that was oddly flirtatious. Time to take a big bite of food and play innocent.]

[loveandlanguish]

[Oh, Ginsberg. You have no idea how happy that makes him. He is corrupting you slowly.]

Anything in particularly that needed practicing?