Jan 9, 2019 4:52:21 GMT
Post by Remus Lupin on Jan 9, 2019 4:52:21 GMT
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Far better with his hands? Oh dear lord. Quiet down you dirty mind. It wasn’t quite… uncomfortable – more like he was angry at himself for… finding these things amusing and slightly a turn on. Now he had come to terms with the fact he liked both men and women, so it wasn’t the fact that Toma here was a guy. No, it was because he just met him. And of course that Toma would hate him if he ever found out what he was and think that he was a… gross… thing. “There’s a lot one can do with their hands.” His face turned a bit redder when he said that. He wanted to slap himself for that. “More handsome than some of the felines I’ve met. Did you know there’s this squib who collects kneazles? Sure, some are cute I suppose, but gods, I could not spend more than a minute in her house.”
Oh man, and there he was talking about crossbreeding. Well, he wasn’t opposed to discussing such things – while others might. He actually found it very interesting and intrigued him how much everything was related in some way. “All those poor housecats who have a tiger fetish…” He chuckled. “Well, I do think given similarities between humans and some of the other sentient beings in this world, there had to be some sort of common ancestor likely. I doubt… a human could mate with a horse and create a centaur.” That would raise a lot of connotations – Remus believed that all of the sentient beings were related through some sort of ancestor, and they evolved differently over time. Merpeople and centaurs weren’t quite as wide spread as humans, but that would just mean they weren’t quite… rabbit like when it came to mating. Or they didn’t adapt as well, but Remus doubted that. “Oh now, I do know a man who loves his goats a little too much…” He chuckled and shook his head. “I also have a friend who likely would wish to be a chicken if that were true.”
“I’m not – stuffy!” He was slightly offended by that. Hell, he stuck around James and Sirius – they were worse than any French person he had ever met. He was just a bit more… conservative. “A-Anyways, I could probably set something up with Madam Rosemerta, for the night. While I search up a good spot for you to camp.” He raises an eyebrow. “I have never heard of a bed like that, I think… it would be interesting to see. I don’t mean this in a… weird way… but would you show me your bed sometime?”
Remus chuckled. He could definitely understand wanting to learn instead of actually be thrown into a situation. It made things much better not to be utterly terrified and running for your life – much easier to focus in a classroom. “Ah, I was… and am a bit different. While I love to learn and read about everything, it is nice to be able to practice and use the skills. Makes it feel useful – makes me feel useful.”
Remus coughed a bit nervously and held up his hands. “No, no offense. My, uh, friends are much worse. I’m used to them, I just… wasn’t expecting it… from you. We uh, barely know each other.”
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Far better with his hands? Oh dear lord. Quiet down you dirty mind. It wasn’t quite… uncomfortable – more like he was angry at himself for… finding these things amusing and slightly a turn on. Now he had come to terms with the fact he liked both men and women, so it wasn’t the fact that Toma here was a guy. No, it was because he just met him. And of course that Toma would hate him if he ever found out what he was and think that he was a… gross… thing. “There’s a lot one can do with their hands.” His face turned a bit redder when he said that. He wanted to slap himself for that. “More handsome than some of the felines I’ve met. Did you know there’s this squib who collects kneazles? Sure, some are cute I suppose, but gods, I could not spend more than a minute in her house.”
Oh man, and there he was talking about crossbreeding. Well, he wasn’t opposed to discussing such things – while others might. He actually found it very interesting and intrigued him how much everything was related in some way. “All those poor housecats who have a tiger fetish…” He chuckled. “Well, I do think given similarities between humans and some of the other sentient beings in this world, there had to be some sort of common ancestor likely. I doubt… a human could mate with a horse and create a centaur.” That would raise a lot of connotations – Remus believed that all of the sentient beings were related through some sort of ancestor, and they evolved differently over time. Merpeople and centaurs weren’t quite as wide spread as humans, but that would just mean they weren’t quite… rabbit like when it came to mating. Or they didn’t adapt as well, but Remus doubted that. “Oh now, I do know a man who loves his goats a little too much…” He chuckled and shook his head. “I also have a friend who likely would wish to be a chicken if that were true.”
“I’m not – stuffy!” He was slightly offended by that. Hell, he stuck around James and Sirius – they were worse than any French person he had ever met. He was just a bit more… conservative. “A-Anyways, I could probably set something up with Madam Rosemerta, for the night. While I search up a good spot for you to camp.” He raises an eyebrow. “I have never heard of a bed like that, I think… it would be interesting to see. I don’t mean this in a… weird way… but would you show me your bed sometime?”
Remus chuckled. He could definitely understand wanting to learn instead of actually be thrown into a situation. It made things much better not to be utterly terrified and running for your life – much easier to focus in a classroom. “Ah, I was… and am a bit different. While I love to learn and read about everything, it is nice to be able to practice and use the skills. Makes it feel useful – makes me feel useful.”
Remus coughed a bit nervously and held up his hands. “No, no offense. My, uh, friends are much worse. I’m used to them, I just… wasn’t expecting it… from you. We uh, barely know each other.”
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