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naive-cynicism

Lev goes to the Halloween party early, well before the 8pm trick-or-treating curfew. So the streets are full not with people wearing slutty costumes and fucking up against the wall, but with screaming gleeful children. He sees the usual array of costumes: witches, ghosts, Spidermen, Darth Vaders, strippers. He makes silly faces at them; they giggle.

This is not, Lev was informed when he was invited, going to be a Halloween party that's basically an orgy. Of course, the usual rooms are set aside upstairs for sex, and you can't really stop people from going at it when they're really drunk, but as long as he leaves before 3am the downstairs won't have anything worse than kissing and a little groping.

This was not exactly the most appealing pitch.

But Sasha is going, and Lev wants to see Sasha.

He's had sex with Sasha three times. Twice when Sasha was sucking a line of dicks-- once in a bathroom, once at a New Year's party-- and once when Sasha was overdosed out of their mind on girlpills, giggly and happy and so bimbo-y, and getting fucked up the ass by a line of dudes. They were mostly paying attention to feeling up a girl's tits while Lev was fucking them. Which was fine.

He's not sure if he's going to have sex with Sasha tonight. On the one hand, it's pretty fucking depressing being Sasha's disembodied cock #14 when you want to be their boyfriend, to cuddle them and cherish them and go to sleep in their arms. On the other hand, he doesn't exactly have much self-control when Sasha looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and says "please?" So. You know.

His costume is supposed to be a galaxy. In reality, it is a black shirt and black pants with stars arranged in constellations across his right shoulder and about half his thigh. It's pretty obvious he's not on pills from the fact that he's not dressed as a Slutty Galaxy (presumably, a black speedo and star stickers all over his body), and had to get his costume idea from a website directed at parents of six-year-olds.

To be fair, it's also pretty obvious he's not on pills from his small eyes and asymmetrical face and the acne on his cheeks, so it's not like this is what's going to tip anyone off.

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naive-cynicism

"Thank you! --Um, I'd tell you about the psychology of food reward that makes pancakes extremely delicious but I think probably you don't care?"

shifting-hues

"I couldn't hack it, I wasn't bored by it. I would love to hear about the psychology of food reward that makes pancakes extremely delicious."

naive-cynicism

Bounce bounce bounce they have made SO many discoveries about how food reward works in the past fifteen years did you know that ALL food is more delicious than it used to be Lev will sketch out the human brain and some molecules to show Sasha exactly how it works and also completely forget to eat his pancakes

shifting-hues

He!!! Bounces!!!!

They did notice that all food has gotten better in the last fifteen years but were under the impression they'd just learned to appreciate it more since they were six. Sasha will listen and very gently remind him that he still has pancakes that he is not eating.

naive-cynicism

When reminded he eats one bite and then goes back to NEUROCHEMISTRY, which is definitely way more interesting and important than pancakes.

(He's really good at explaining things.)

shifting-hues

He's very good in general.

Asher

His phone dings.

hey pretty thing do you want to come over to my place tonight? I have two dozen girl pills I don't need and some friends who are getting antsy

I definitely did not just send that to ten people

I mean I would but I'm waiting for you to say no first

shifting-hues

It's the morning after Halloween, how is anyone getting antsy already

(Answer's yes tbc 💖💖)

Asher

Esther's horny as fuck, okay? don't judge her

shifting-hues

I'm not judging I'm just SAYING

anyway yes I'll be there

naive-cynicism

Lev sits there looking very much like he'd want to ask who that was.

shifting-hues

Sasha puts their phone away.

"Sorry. Friend's hosting a thing tonight, wanted to know if I could come."

naive-cynicism

He does not know what emotion to express and settles on "Cool."

shifting-hues

(They fucked up.)

"Sorry," they say again, and lean against Lev's shoulder, because the thing they'd usually do to solve this problem is probably not going to work. "You were saying?"

naive-cynicism

"I dunno, maybe I should ever let you talk?"

shifting-hues

"...I'm not great at talking and I like listening to you? Sorry."

naive-cynicism

"Sorry. I don't want you to be bored? I know that no one is interested in the things I'm interested in."

(He says this like it is an obvious fact.)

shifting-hues

"You're not boring me. — and that can't possibly be true, even if there were literally nobody else, which there isn't, I'm right here, you aren't no one."

naive-cynicism

"I'm a very strange person. You can tell because books all have sex scenes and yet no one ever stops to explain where the medieval city's food is coming from or how one enforces interplanetary tariffs or how the matriarchy is surviving economically if it's enslaved half the population to be nothing but fucktoys."

shifting-hues

"...I'm never going to be able to read a fantasy book without noticing that ever again, am I," Sasha says, not without affection.

naive-cynicism

"The fucktoy thing seems like the more serious problem!"

shifting-hues

"Alternate sociology totally counts! I guess what I really mean is other-world fiction, but still."

naive-cynicism

"I'm going to write a fantasy novel, and it is going to all be about efficient tax policy and historical treatments for mental illness. No one is going to fuck at all. It is going to sell exactly one copy, which is to me."

shifting-hues