(no subject)

[5 Lage 4261]

Last night, Ilottat had started out being very satisfactory indeed. So of course I spoiled it.

Me:"That was very satisfactory indeed! You have thoroughly traffed me, sir."

Ilottat:"Sythyry!"

Me:"The very lizard! Indeed, the very satisfied lizard!"

Ilottat:"I wish vous, you wouldn't use that word. Especially not turning it into a berf, verb. Especially especially not in proximity iddo, to me."

Me:"Do you prefer xrossie?"

Ilottat:"No." If he doesn't use any foreign languages, he's both serious and annoyed.

And so we went around and around that argument a few more times. Which was resolved, as usual, by, well, me tugging off some sheets and proving my point with his enthusiastic cooperation, and him disregarding it.

In any case, this argument has gotten tiresome. He has a perfectly good same-species wife ... well, a perfectly dreadful one, but he could get a perfectly good one as well if he half tried. Even the sixth son of a count of an neigboring country has a title that ought to be worth eleven fine fucks a year on average, according to Crown Prince and Expert Purveyor of Titles into Copulations Nestrune Kreslink.

So today I consulted with the local expert in transaffection, who had, conveniently, stayed the night with Dustweed. As she usually does.

Me:"Tethezai? How does one persuade one's quite regular other-species lover that he is transaffectionate?"

Tethezai gave Dustweed a very embarrassed look indeed. I had helpfully forgotten that Dustweed would rather be cisaffectionate, that Tethezai pursued her quite vigorously, and that Dustweed is still uncomfortable with the topic. And that Dustweed was sitting next to Tethezai, adding far too much prune jelly to zir kathia.

I quickly and incoherently murbled things about talking about Ilottat.

Tethezai:"Well, are you transaffectionate? Various reports have given you various opinions on that question."

Me:"Yes, I'm traff."Which might be the first time I've said any such thing and not immediately hidden in a fireplace or under a bed or something.

Tethezai gave me one of those nasty superior smiles, the way that Rassimel sometimes do when you dare to be interested in their favorite topic, and they like you so they won't say anything, but you know they're thinking you're a terrible amateur and doing it all wrong.

So I rather had to ask...

Me:"Tethezai? How do I be traff properly?"

She gleeped. Dustweed flattened zir antennae.

(no subject)

[5 Lage 4261]

Last night, Ilottat had started out being very satisfactory indeed. So of course I spoiled it.

Me:"That was very satisfactory indeed! You have thoroughly traffed me, sir."

Ilottat:"Sythyry!"

Me:"The very lizard! Indeed, the very satisfied lizard!"

Ilottat:"I wish vous, you wouldn't use that word. Especially not turning it into a berf, verb. Especially especially not in proximity iddo, to me."

Me:"Do you prefer xrossie?"

Ilottat:"No." If he doesn't use any foreign languages, he's both serious and annoyed.

And so we went around and around that argument a few more times. Which was resolved, as usual, by, well, me tugging off some sheets and proving my point with his enthusiastic cooperation, and him disregarding it.

In any case, this argument has gotten tiresome. He has a perfectly good same-species wife ... well, a perfectly dreadful one, but he could get a perfectly good one as well if he half tried. Even the sixth son of a count of an neigboring country has a title that ought to be worth eleven fine fucks a year on average, according to Crown Prince and Expert Purveyor of Titles into Copulations Nestrune Kreslink.

So today I consulted with the local expert in transaffection, who had, conveniently, stayed the night with Dustweed. As she usually does.

Me:"Tethezai? How does one persuade one's quite regular other-species lover that he is transaffectionate?"

Tethezai gave Dustweed a very embarrassed look indeed. I had helpfully forgotten that Dustweed would rather be cisaffectionate, that Tethezai pursued her quite vigorously, and that Dustweed is still uncomfortable with the topic. And that Dustweed was sitting next to Tethezai, adding far too much prune jelly to zir kathia.

I quickly and incoherently murbled things about talking about Ilottat.

Tethezai:"Well, are you transaffectionate? Various reports have given you various opinions on that question."

Me:"Yes, I'm traff."Which might be the first time I've said any such thing and not immediately hidden in a fireplace or under a bed or something.

Tethezai gave me one of those nasty superior smiles, the way that Rassimel sometimes do when you dare to be interested in their favorite topic, and they like you so they won't say anything, but you know they're thinking you're a terrible amateur and doing it all wrong.

So I rather had to ask...

Me:"Tethezai? How do I be traff properly?"

She gleeped. Dustweed flattened zir antennae.

(no subject)

Originally published at Sythyry. Please leave any comments there.

[5 Lage 4261]

Last night, Ilottat had started out being very satisfactory
indeed. So of course I spoiled it.

Me:“That was very satisfactory indeed! You have
thoroughly traffed me, sir.”

Ilottat:“Sythyry!”

Me:“The very lizard! Indeed, the very satisfied
lizard!”

Ilottat:“I wish vous, you wouldn’t use that
word. Especially not turning it into a berf, verb.
Especially especially not in proximity iddo, to me.”

Me:“Do you prefer xrossie?”

Ilottat:“No.” If he doesn’t use any
foreign languages, he’s both serious and annoyed.

And so we went around and around that argument a few more
times. Which was resolved, as usual, by, well, me tugging
off some sheets and proving my point with his enthusiastic
cooperation, and him disregarding it.

In any case, this argument has gotten tiresome. He has a
perfectly good same-species wife … well, a perfectly
dreadful one, but he could get a perfectly good one as well
if he half tried. Even the sixth son of a count of an
neigboring country has a title that ought to be worth eleven
fine fucks a year on average, according to Crown Prince and
Expert Purveyor of Titles into Copulations Nestrune Kreslink.

So today I consulted with the local expert in
transaffection, who had, conveniently, stayed the night with
Dustweed. As she usually does.

Me:“Tethezai? How does one persuade one’s
quite regular other-species lover that he is
transaffectionate?”

Tethezai gave Dustweed a very embarrassed look indeed. I
had helpfully forgotten that Dustweed would rather be
cisaffectionate, that Tethezai pursued her quite vigorously,
and that Dustweed is still uncomfortable with the topic.
And that Dustweed was sitting next to Tethezai, adding far
too much prune jelly to zir kathia.

I quickly and incoherently murbled things about talking
about Ilottat.

Tethezai:“Well, are you
transaffectionate? Various reports have given you various
opinions on that question.”

Me:“Yes, I’m traff.”Which might be the
first time I’ve said any such thing and not immediately
hidden in a fireplace or under a bed or something.

Tethezai gave me one of those nasty superior smiles, the way
that Rassimel sometimes do when you dare to be interested in
their favorite topic, and they like you so they won’t say
anything, but you know they’re thinking you’re a
terrible amateur and doing it all wrong.

So I rather had to ask…

Me:“Tethezai? How do I be traff properly?”

She gleeped. Dustweed flattened zir antennae.

(no subject)

Originally published at Sythyry. Please leave any comments there.

[5 Lage 4261]

Last night, Ilottat had started out being very satisfactory
indeed. So of course I spoiled it.

Me:“That was very satisfactory indeed! You have
thoroughly traffed me, sir.”

Ilottat:“Sythyry!”

Me:“The very lizard! Indeed, the very satisfied
lizard!”

Ilottat:“I wish vous, you wouldn’t use that
word. Especially not turning it into a berf, verb.
Especially especially not in proximity iddo, to me.”

Me:“Do you prefer xrossie?”

Ilottat:“No.” If he doesn’t use any
foreign languages, he’s both serious and annoyed.

And so we went around and around that argument a few more
times. Which was resolved, as usual, by, well, me tugging
off some sheets and proving my point with his enthusiastic
cooperation, and him disregarding it.

In any case, this argument has gotten tiresome. He has a
perfectly good same-species wife … well, a perfectly
dreadful one, but he could get a perfectly good one as well
if he half tried. Even the sixth son of a count of an
neigboring country has a title that ought to be worth eleven
fine fucks a year on average, according to Crown Prince and
Expert Purveyor of Titles into Copulations Nestrune Kreslink.

So today I consulted with the local expert in
transaffection, who had, conveniently, stayed the night with
Dustweed. As she usually does.

Me:“Tethezai? How does one persuade one’s
quite regular other-species lover that he is
transaffectionate?”

Tethezai gave Dustweed a very embarrassed look indeed. I
had helpfully forgotten that Dustweed would rather be
cisaffectionate, that Tethezai pursued her quite vigorously,
and that Dustweed is still uncomfortable with the topic.
And that Dustweed was sitting next to Tethezai, adding far
too much prune jelly to zir kathia.

I quickly and incoherently murbled things about talking
about Ilottat.

Tethezai:“Well, are you
transaffectionate? Various reports have given you various
opinions on that question.”

Me:“Yes, I’m traff.”Which might be the
first time I’ve said any such thing and not immediately
hidden in a fireplace or under a bed or something.

Tethezai gave me one of those nasty superior smiles, the way
that Rassimel sometimes do when you dare to be interested in
their favorite topic, and they like you so they won’t say
anything, but you know they’re thinking you’re a
terrible amateur and doing it all wrong.

So I rather had to ask…

Me:“Tethezai? How do I be traff properly?”

She gleeped. Dustweed flattened zir antennae.