[ and like the juniper trees that grew everywhere in the village where he was born, but they're not quite at the point of talking about their childhoods yet.
tseng considers the question, then says, ] I think "rowan" would be fine.
[ there are words that sound like it, sure, but tseng can't imagine any of them being said outside a context where he could guess what alan actually meant. e.g. "you don't own me," which he can certainly imagine alan spitting at him venomously, but which tseng would also be able to tell isn't meant as an invocation of the safeword. ]
In my experience, part of the appeal of this sort of play is that you might not necessarily know exactly when it's coming, [ tseng adds. ] I'd like to discuss your preferences ahead of time. How you'll know when the scene starts and ends, anything you particularly want or don't want... Ways for me to tell when is a good time to begin, that sort of thing. Would you rather talk about that now or later?
[ And frankly, doesn't that sound like a fun thing to spit or have spat at one? ]
Later, [ Alan decides, after a moment's thought. ] I want some time to think about it.
[ And maybe put on some clothes to have the conversation. Even if he suspects that having the conversation will make him want to get those clothes off with a quickness. You never know, though, maybe that will be part of it, in the end. ]
You're a damned interesting man, Tseng, [ he adds, a little abruptly but smiling. ] Do you know that?
[ tseng trusts that alan will bring it up when he's ready, and is content to lay the subject aside for now. he is not, however, expecting the way alan follows up, and it makes tseng blink once before he laughs, a little bemused. ]
Thank you, [ he says. it's a little funny to hear, for a guy who has been trained at length on how to be the least noticeable person in any given space, but he finds alan breathlessly fascinating, so he takes it as a compliment. ] I'm glad you think so.
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[ and like the juniper trees that grew everywhere in the village where he was born, but they're not quite at the point of talking about their childhoods yet.
tseng considers the question, then says, ] I think "rowan" would be fine.
[ there are words that sound like it, sure, but tseng can't imagine any of them being said outside a context where he could guess what alan actually meant. e.g. "you don't own me," which he can certainly imagine alan spitting at him venomously, but which tseng would also be able to tell isn't meant as an invocation of the safeword. ]
In my experience, part of the appeal of this sort of play is that you might not necessarily know exactly when it's coming, [ tseng adds. ] I'd like to discuss your preferences ahead of time. How you'll know when the scene starts and ends, anything you particularly want or don't want... Ways for me to tell when is a good time to begin, that sort of thing. Would you rather talk about that now or later?
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Later, [ Alan decides, after a moment's thought. ] I want some time to think about it.
[ And maybe put on some clothes to have the conversation. Even if he suspects that having the conversation will make him want to get those clothes off with a quickness. You never know, though, maybe that will be part of it, in the end. ]
You're a damned interesting man, Tseng, [ he adds, a little abruptly but smiling. ] Do you know that?
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[ tseng trusts that alan will bring it up when he's ready, and is content to lay the subject aside for now. he is not, however, expecting the way alan follows up, and it makes tseng blink once before he laughs, a little bemused. ]
Thank you, [ he says. it's a little funny to hear, for a guy who has been trained at length on how to be the least noticeable person in any given space, but he finds alan breathlessly fascinating, so he takes it as a compliment. ] I'm glad you think so.