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RE: Just Business [Closed] - SolitareLee - 11-11-2019
Kari made excited grabby hands at the drink until it was moved within reach. "Pink like me," he said cheerfully, pointing at the bottom of the very tellingly colored drink. They didn't have the same flags in space, but he still always got a delighted kick out of it. "Blue like Grilka," he pointed at the top, "and purple like you in the middle!" There were a lot of jokes to be made there, but in truth he thought of Xotll more like a sister--or a sister-wife.
He took a long sip, and then remembered he was supposed to be paying attention to Neph and Grilka. Let's see... Manhandling, lies, talking between the lines. Yeah, that was going great! Excellent. He was an amazing wingman. He wondered, idly, if he wasn't going to see some really next-level, conceptual-tier alien sex before the end of this whole exchange. He didn't know that Neph could orgasm, but if there was a way, Grilka was certainly the one with the will.
"I keep making friends who like to probe," Kari interjected dryly. "I'm starting to wonder if I have a type." If anything, Neph should appreciate why Kari hadn't even begun to believe 'no it's totally not a sex thing haha I promise.' The last person to insist that eir tendrils had nothing to do with sex, ey swore, was Grilka, and that had turned out... exactly like you would expect.
"Friends who exchange stories," Kari mused cheerfully. "How nice. Grilka can tell you all about karma, and you can tell em all about the fun things you learn." He took another long sip. Memti often made him forget how much drink was appropriate; it tasted sweet so he wanted more in him. He was a simple man, simpler when a little stoned. And to think, he'd made this friendship possible through the power of being cute and charming. He couldn't wait for his cut. It would probably come in the form of jewelry and orgasms.