Bruce Banner has just returned from his lab, where his latest experiment came out really well. He should go straight to bed, because it's six in the morning, but he can't seem to become the right kind of tired, probably also because it's six in the morning. So instead he's watching the sun rise out the window of his cozy (tiny) grad-dorm single room.
Bruce chuckles; it threatens to turn into a cackle. "True! Tastes vary. Maybe you should give the passers-by another option for what to look at."
Bruce considers this question for a moment. He does have what could be considered weird religious beliefs, but he isn't trying to spread them, so he's more of a crackpot than a cultist really. "Nope. Totally unconcerned with your religious beliefs." There, that's definitely true. "I'm not even a nudist all the time. Just experimenting, you know?"
"Well, so far it's gotten me a conversation with a hot stranger, so yeah, I'd say it has been."
Gosh! He supposes he had that coming, heh. He kisses the guy back. It's neat how different people taste different; not exactly surprising but before kissing people became a thing he did he hadn't thought about it explicitly. No pun intended.
Lev is getting gradually less ashamed and anxious as his system 1 learns what his system 2 already knew: that this situation is going to result in nothing but positive effects.
He is not really courageous-horny enough to join in the makeouts though.
Well, that's fair. Bruce is not quite courageous-horny enough to try sticking his hands under the guy's shirt.
"So you think public nudity is legal and ethically fine," the man says, "what are your opinions on public sex?"
.........he's not really sure if he's unhappy or grateful that the Erogame hasn't sent him his own hookup.
Bruce looks at Aarons. "Hmm, not necessarily opposed, but I worry my boyf--Aarons here would get bored." (Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Crush? Player 2? Language is a hot mess. If he's going to put his foot in his mouth like this he should really take off his shoes too.)
aaaaaaaaaaaaa the word boyfriend feels like being stabbed in the gut
"I'm fine," he says. "I got my phone out of my pants and I can look up information about the standard kilogram."
"You sure?" He's not actually that hot for this dude, because for one thing they've barely met and for another he just got off like half an hour ago, so he's kind of only doing this for the ERO point and he has no idea how to convey any of this to Aarons without being super rude. So yeah.
(His face does not seem like it's saying 'yes.')
"Wait, shit, we're late to meet Asher. Tell you what, I'm hosting an orgy later, if you get the Orgynization app it's the one scheduled for tonight under the name Banner."
"It's an awesome name. See you there!" Attempt at lascivious parting glance, walk in direction of campus and check if Aarons is following.
"I wonder how the Erogame ensures that we only encounter people who are happy to see us naked."
(Someone calls out "nice ass!" The target is unclear.)
"No idea. Sometimes I walk faster or slower than other times for no obvious reason; maybe with enough fine control over that and the timing on the pedestrian crossing signs? And that person was right, you do have a nice ass."
"I mean, and also sometimes people go on aimless walks. --I think maybe you were the one who was supposed to have the nice ass."