Ha ha! Like you could take me! Good thing for me you didn't go home and get all pumped up, huh? I'm still bigger than you!
[He moves on to wrestling him against the couch. Nothing too rough or serious, just manhandling him enough to make his point. And maybe work out some of the unresolved touching-tension of having been worried they'd never see each other again.]
Oh yeah? One day I am going to be taller then you. Trust me on that.
[But he's going to try and fight back, only trying somewhat seriously. Because really, it's nice, this sort of rough housing, for all that William doesn't do it. And because what if he goes home yet again? And forgets this guy yet again?]
Yeah? You still growin'? Maybe you're done forever!
[Leon wonders, briefly, whether you finish growing forever if you die and come back to life in another alien world, but that's not really worth thinking about. Not right now. He laughs it off and silently hopes William doesn't think about it either.]
[And besides, he was hoping his resemblance to Solomon went far enough that he could count on being a little taller. Ignoring the fact that he was just data right now and data didn't age the same way. If at all.]
[Urk. He hadn't realized they were the same height after all . . . it's embarrassing now that it's out there like that. Leon thinks about lying about it, but his expression is probably already giving him away. He avoids eye contact, trying unsuccessfully to play it cool.]
I uh . . . depends . . .
[On his shoes, of course. He doesn't clarify just yet, which just makes it sound weird.]
[William pauses at that reaction, understanding exactly what it means. And really he should take the high road and not react the way he's going to. But unfortunately, it's hard not to.
So the chuckle does come out, though it's not malicious.]
...I always did think your shoes were unnecessarily tall.
[And he laughs a little more, because sorry Leon. He loves you. Really.]
[He tips his head to show off his earrings better, nodding.]
You got it! Looks good on me, right? And the guy should definitely be taller . . . girls are into big dudes. But not too big. There's a limit, y'know? A sweet spot!
[A rare admission that. He'd become used to that sort of thing back home already though. and Leon wouldn't be Leon on if he suddenly gave all that up and became clean cut and respectable. Though it would be fun to see.]
It isn't like there are that many tall girls though. And besides, personal opinion aside, I wouldn't want to totally remove all options from my reach.
[He grins at him and leans closer for a moment, teasing—why? At what? At something. But then he leans back again, flopping comfortably against the couch.]
That's cold! Anyway . . . you into taller girls or something? Man, there was a girl in my class who was like, definitely over 190 cm. She was a beast! Picturin' you with her is pretty hilarious!
[He's joking of course and leans back with one arm resting across the back of the sofa.]
Not especially. And hah, very funny. I don't need a beast. I just think there are other qualities to be concerned with in choosing a partner.
[And well he's recently come to accept that anyone he's potentially interested in is going to be a bit... taller than him. Or looking him in the eye. Which is another discussion.]
You still don't have your eye on anyone though, huh? Ah, I guess when you just got back it might be a little too soon for a guy like you . . . right now you're too much, like, "I just missed my hot friend Leon"!
[He just leaves that there casually for William to respond to. It's a joke, that's all. He'll probably take it as one, and that's cool.
But if he notices the slightly flirtatious bent here . . . well, Leon hasn't planned that far out yet. Who plans things? This is just kind of what he's doing right now, apparently.]
You know I have very high standards, so I am not going to jump on just anyone.
[Well the former part of that wasn't entirely true. Though he pauses for a just a bit at the vaguely flirty comment, wondering if he should take it as a joke. Probably was, but it was hard to tell. He'd just throw something right back instead and see what happened.]
And besides, I am sure you missed me far more. I am quite the catch.
Sounds like you just like playin' hard to get when you put it like that . . . you one of those guys who makes the girl do all the work?
[Teasingly, though, still. Had that been flirting back? Leon's not sure, and he's not exactly comfortable deciding it is yet, though . . . at least he already knows William knows about his own "experimentations" and doesn't hate him for that part of himself. That really does make him feel better . . .
(He's straight though, right? William, Leon thinks. As for himself, he's not touching that question right now.)]
Oh please. I am a gentleman and would never put a lady through so much. Though I hear these days, such courtships are supposed to be on more even 'footing' if you know what I mean?
[He's saying it jokingly, maybe with the hint of something else there, because what is the harm? It's likely not going anywhere and he's suddenly in a mood, due to a lot of things.
(And well, for some reason, he really wants to disabuse Leon of that notion, but just out right saying it is crass. And makes it sound like he expects something from it.]
[He's not quite sure what William's getting at, but he's ready to pursue it, even if it's just joking around. He's in a mood himself. And it's hard not to poke at his own moods when they're working out, being fun rather than nerve-wracking.]
So you know all about modern "courtships," huh? Like what else? If you've got any questions, I'm your man! I'll teach you all I know, ha ha!
Heh, you got me there . . . I wouldn't really say I'm the most "refined" guy in bed.
[Which isn't quite what they were talking about, but he can't resist taking it there if the subject is refinement. Hell, he wasn't doing a good job resisting taking it there anyway. He grins over at William and leans a little closer.]
[Granted, it's not like he had really any thought into what Leon was like in bed, but well this was a strange night. But he'll lean in closer anyways, because at least it doesn't feel uncomfortably strange yet.]
It's about having fun! I swear, man, no one gets it. It's supposed to be fun and feel good or else you're doin' it wrong! I guess I wouldn't know about "courtship," though. But if that ain't fun, why bother with it when you could just do the fun parts? Know what I mean?
[He glances briefly over at his roommate's closed door. He's not coming out or anything right now, is he? Wait, why would it matter if he did . . . they're not, like, doing anything. They're just sitting close together on the couch having totally normal guy talk.]
[It is, indeed, just a matter of taking the plunge. Leon hesitates for a moment, and then decides that's stupid. This is William. He trusts William not to totally freak out or hate him, even if he's not interested. This probably won't be that bad even in its worst case scenario, so—]
—So, I'm just sayin', if you ever decided you were into, like, experimenting around, not necessarily with a chick . . .
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[He moves on to wrestling him against the couch. Nothing too rough or serious, just manhandling him enough to make his point. And maybe work out some of the unresolved touching-tension of having been worried they'd never see each other again.]
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[But he's going to try and fight back, only trying somewhat seriously. Because really, it's nice, this sort of rough housing, for all that William doesn't do it. And because what if he goes home yet again? And forgets this guy yet again?]
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[Leon wonders, briefly, whether you finish growing forever if you die and come back to life in another alien world, but that's not really worth thinking about. Not right now. He laughs it off and silently hopes William doesn't think about it either.]
How tall're you anyway?
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[And besides, he was hoping his resemblance to Solomon went far enough that he could count on being a little taller. Ignoring the fact that he was just data right now and data didn't age the same way. If at all.]
Five foot seven. Why? How tall are you?
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I uh . . . depends . . .
[On his shoes, of course. He doesn't clarify just yet, which just makes it sound weird.]
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So the chuckle does come out, though it's not malicious.]
...I always did think your shoes were unnecessarily tall.
[And he laughs a little more, because sorry Leon. He loves you. Really.]
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. . . But it ain't like I didn't pick 'em on purpose . . . they make me taller than most girls, so . . .
[SIGH. His "secret" is out. He glares at William, not very seriously, and flops against his side with a huff.]
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[He smiles and then reaches out to pat Leon's shoulder. There there.]
Does that actually help? Being tall then girls?
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You got it! Looks good on me, right? And the guy should definitely be taller . . . girls are into big dudes. But not too big. There's a limit, y'know? A sweet spot!
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[A rare admission that. He'd become used to that sort of thing back home already though. and Leon wouldn't be Leon on if he suddenly gave all that up and became clean cut and respectable. Though it would be fun to see.]
It isn't like there are that many tall girls though. And besides, personal opinion aside, I wouldn't want to totally remove all options from my reach.
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[He grins at him and leans closer for a moment, teasing—why? At what? At something. But then he leans back again, flopping comfortably against the couch.]
That's cold! Anyway . . . you into taller girls or something? Man, there was a girl in my class who was like, definitely over 190 cm. She was a beast! Picturin' you with her is pretty hilarious!
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[He's joking of course and leans back with one arm resting across the back of the sofa.]
Not especially. And hah, very funny. I don't need a beast. I just think there are other qualities to be concerned with in choosing a partner.
[And well he's recently come to accept that anyone he's potentially interested in is going to be a bit... taller than him. Or looking him in the eye. Which is another discussion.]
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[He just leaves that there casually for William to respond to. It's a joke, that's all. He'll probably take it as one, and that's cool.
But if he notices the slightly flirtatious bent here . . . well, Leon hasn't planned that far out yet. Who plans things? This is just kind of what he's doing right now, apparently.]
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[Well the former part of that wasn't entirely true. Though he pauses for a just a bit at the vaguely flirty comment, wondering if he should take it as a joke. Probably was, but it was hard to tell. He'd just throw something right back instead and see what happened.]
And besides, I am sure you missed me far more. I am quite the catch.
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[Teasingly, though, still. Had that been flirting back? Leon's not sure, and he's not exactly comfortable deciding it is yet, though . . . at least he already knows William knows about his own "experimentations" and doesn't hate him for that part of himself. That really does make him feel better . . .
(He's straight though, right? William, Leon thinks. As for himself, he's not touching that question right now.)]
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[He's saying it jokingly, maybe with the hint of something else there, because what is the harm? It's likely not going anywhere and he's suddenly in a mood, due to a lot of things.
(And well, for some reason, he really wants to disabuse Leon of that notion, but just out right saying it is crass. And makes it sound like he expects something from it.]
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[He's not quite sure what William's getting at, but he's ready to pursue it, even if it's just joking around. He's in a mood himself. And it's hard not to poke at his own moods when they're working out, being fun rather than nerve-wracking.]
So you know all about modern "courtships," huh? Like what else? If you've got any questions, I'm your man! I'll teach you all I know, ha ha!
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Hah, teach me? If anything, I would be the one teaching you. I think I could show you a thing or two about refinement.
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[Which isn't quite what they were talking about, but he can't resist taking it there if the subject is refinement. Hell, he wasn't doing a good job resisting taking it there anyway. He grins over at William and leans a little closer.]
That's totally not what it's all about!
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[Granted, it's not like he had really any thought into what Leon was like in bed, but well this was a strange night. But he'll lean in closer anyways, because at least it doesn't feel uncomfortably strange yet.]
Then what is it all about? Enlighten me.
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[He glances briefly over at his roommate's closed door. He's not coming out or anything right now, is he? Wait, why would it matter if he did . . . they're not, like, doing anything. They're just sitting close together on the couch having totally normal guy talk.]
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The fun parts? I will admit that I have never thought about it in those terms, though recently that idea seems nice. Enough that I am curious.
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[A totally normal conversation. After a brief consideration on whether to tack this on or not, he decides, why the hell not, and presses on:]
—Or anyone else? Y'know a guy like you could totally find someone to teach you how to have fun!
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[He pauses for a long beat Leon's next line. Is this a pathway to hell? Maybe? But he's been on that road since before he was even born.]
...it's a matter of taking the plunge, isn't it? But the idea does have merit, finding someone to, what is it, fool around with?
[He'd just realized lately how finite life was. It was time to adjust his perspective a bit.]
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—So, I'm just sayin', if you ever decided you were into, like, experimenting around, not necessarily with a chick . . .
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