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a_better_man) wrote2022-02-08 10:17 am
a_better_man) wrote2022-02-08 10:17 am
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[That really covers more than just controlling power. Mat's never had any formal schooling of any kind, he knows he's lucky he can even read. There's a lot to be learned from Lady Yennefer and he's damned grateful she's been willing to take him on as a student.
Maybe he'll actually make something of himself after all.
He laughs when Julie offers a bit more insight on the platypus, but really, it sounds as though he did rather well with this one.]
Do they? Well, I think this fellow can do without a venom spur. Now if we wait a moment...we'll see the narwhal. It's not as big as I think they really are, but it lives in a little lake and not the sea.
[Whatever Julie may be expecting, what surfaces in the lake is something that looks more like a bear than anything else. Furry, though flippered like a walrus, roughly the size of a grizzly. But with gills along its neck and a single cow-like horn coming up out of it's very bearish snout.
Mat tried.]
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[ This does not come out in a particularly serious way, but it is an interesting philosophical quandary. Julie is just Like This, unfortunately. She was great at Cards Against Humanity, so that's the kind of mind she has to work with.
She watches the lake with anticipation, but what comes up is something so unlike anything else she's ever seen that she just doesn't react for a moment. It is a truly baffling sight, and she does not actually understand what she is looking at. ]
That's what you got outta narwhals? [ Julie is honestly not trying to be mean -- she is just confused. She's aware that he had seemingly not had any concept of whales or many of the other animals she had compared it to, but she is also not sure how this came about. ] This is so...
[ Slowly, she begins to laugh, growing until she's laughing hard enough for her knees to buckle somewhat and she has to sit down on the ground. ]
Do you want me to fix it for you? Or do you wanna keep this thing?
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[It's not something Mat talks about much, he rarely has occasion to. He's yet to be approached by a partner wanting more than what he offers, or had anyone wonder at his interests being purely casual. But it's nothing he's ashamed of.]
Never had the slightest hint of any romantic interest, never dreamed of romance, when I think of my life in the future that's never something I think about. But I'm young yet, who knows! I may grow into romance once day. And I am....not sure. Suppose it depends on if you believe in souls or not.
[It seems a perfectly normal thing to contemplate to Mat. Light knows he and Jesper have voiced - and tested - many questions about aspects of sex in the Horizon. And it's a good question, he's sure philosophers would trip over themselves to debate it.
But he is not a philosopher.]
I do know that for fellows, up here, we haven't got to wait between rounds if we don't want! Very handy, that.
[And then it is very clear that he missed the mark entirely on the narwhal. But at least Julie is amused! Making someone laugh is, in Mat's opinion, one of the most important things you can do for another person. He's piss and balls at actual comfort, but he can make people laugh.
Quite a bit, in this case, and he grins in his own amusement.]
It's a mammal....but in water...and it's got a horn! I don't know many animals that spend time in water, but bears do. And perhaps...make him a friend? I am rather fond of the bizarre beast. And I can ride him! Right in the water!
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[ She can only snort at the idea of refractory period. Yeah, buddy, she is aware of that fact.
Still laughing, Julie wipes her eyes, then rises back to her feet. She rubs her palms on her thighs, then holds her hands up. In the space next to Mat's... creature, an actual narwhal forms. He's a bit shrunk for size reasons, but is otherwise a correct facsimile. ]
That is a narwhal.
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[It's inevitable, Mat flirts or makes overtures to nearly everyone he knows and finds attractive - unless he's given the impression they'd be offended or entirely uninterested. Julie's very beautiful, fun, and seems to have a very casual attitude to it all. He likes all of those things.
Never hurts to offer the invitation, he's hardly one to be bothered by rejection.
And oh...oh, that's nothing like what he'd pictured. Mat bursts into laughter, practically doubling over, comparing Julie's creation. No, he missed the mark quite spectacularly on this one. They can't even be called cousins.]
Oh fuck me...I wasn't even close! Look at that...I never could have imagined something like that. Not in all my years. Fuck...
wrap?
[ She does come from a background where being a single mom is not just supposed to be a shameful thing (save for widowhood), but also just logistically and financially a nightmare. Her own parents got married and were miserable rather than either of them try to parent on their own, and honestly, it still seems like the preferable option to her.
The narwhal makes a squealing sound, which Julie is not entirely sure is accurate, then takes off into the water, followed by Mat's... creature. It cannot be named, it's so odd. But it does seem like the two will be friends, which is probably the best case scenario.
Rolling her eyes and snorting, Julie glances over at him. If she had a nickel for every time she has been propositioned in this exact way, she would have two nickels -- which isn't a lot, but isn't it weird that it's happened twice? It's not that she thinks it odd for them to offer her sex (she does, after all, own mirrors), but it is a little unfamiliar for that offer to come in the same way they might pass her a business card. "Expert fucker, no strings attached, call 1-800-FUCK-NOW ext 8". The world and men she's used to generally requires a little more cat-and-mouse before that's considered a chill thing to do.
But she's also not someone who gives much of a shit about that kind of thing. For a second, she considers what time it must be in the real world, and what chores she needs to accomplish today, then decides she has an hour and is willing to sit on this particular face for a while. ]
Yeah sure, c'mon. [ Without waiting for him, she turns on her heel and heads toward his little manor house, tells Duke to go home without her. ] You can show me your weird fuck attic. Which, by the way, is only a little better than a fuck basement. They're both kinda serial killer-y, but whatever. I can definitely kick your ass, so I'm good.
[ Like it's not a psychic plane she can snap out of at any time. It's good for him to know either way. She doesn't look back when she raises her voice, heels clicking on the stones. ] I only have like an hour, chop-chop honey!
[ Congrats, Mat. ]