"Genderfluid is right, I suppose," Lev says, shrugging. "Or bigender. Not like, words I'd use myself but I've been described as such and I mind it not none." He looks back up, but not at Leon's face—rather at his right ear, so that if Leon's not concentrating super hard, he might not even notice that Lev's avoiding making eye-contact. Lev's posture, however, eases up; his shoulders untense, and he starts idly drumming on the table, his long nails ticking on the wood like a pocket-watch. By all accounts, it looks like he's getting more comfortable with the conversation.
He pays attention to what Leon's saying.
Heterosexual, huh. He thinks, but doesn't say, that it's a very specific way to describe oneself, a way that's specific but also avoids calling oneself straight or heter—
And then Leon says what he says, and Lev has to suppress a laugh, so he doesn't look like he's laughing at Leon.
"Nu, then thou ought to call me he, like mine husband does," he says, smiling. A few years ago, he'd asked Anzu about the whole stealth thing, and gotten a completely unexpected answer1, so he's not betraying anyone's trust here. "Though nu, like, rather obviously, he's not ... um, heterosexual. But he is like thee."
1 "Who's stealth, ketzelah? People have just stopped asking and started assuming."
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"Genderfluid is right, I suppose," Lev says, shrugging. "Or bigender. Not like, words I'd use myself but I've been described as such and I mind it not none." He looks back up, but not at Leon's face—rather at his right ear, so that if Leon's not concentrating super hard, he might not even notice that Lev's avoiding making eye-contact. Lev's posture, however, eases up; his shoulders untense, and he starts idly drumming on the table, his long nails ticking on the wood like a pocket-watch. By all accounts, it looks like he's getting more comfortable with the conversation.
He pays attention to what Leon's saying.
Heterosexual, huh. He thinks, but doesn't say, that it's a very specific way to describe oneself, a way that's specific but also avoids calling oneself straight or heter—
And then Leon says what he says, and Lev has to suppress a laugh, so he doesn't look like he's laughing at Leon.
"Nu, then thou ought to call me he, like mine husband does," he says, smiling. A few years ago, he'd asked Anzu about the whole stealth thing, and gotten a completely unexpected answer1, so he's not betraying anyone's trust here. "Though nu, like, rather obviously, he's not ... um, heterosexual. But he is like thee."
1 "Who's stealth, ketzelah? People have just stopped asking and started assuming."