She grins. "Me? Why, I'm an innocent angel."

"I'm picturing you coming down from heaven to the sound of an angelic choir in, like, a really tight bikini," he says.  He strikes a sexy pose as much as one can do while sitting in a chair, thrusting his imaginary boobs out, pouting, and tossing his head like he's pretending he has long hair.  "Do not be afraid," he says in a low, sultry voice.

She sporfles.

Yay!  He caused a sporfle!  He is visibly pleased.

She continues giggling for a while.

She looks so cute when she laughs!

"You're cute when you laugh," he says, because he has no filter.

She trails off but continues grinning. "Thank you."

"I gotta figure out how to make you laugh more often," he says.  "So far, you like jokes about race, sex, and religion.  I'm kinda seeing a pattern?"

"That I'm really inappropriate? Sounds about right."

"Yep!  But no swear words.  That is where you draw the line."

"Not a line as much as a bubble around them."

"Oh, yeah?  What's the difference?"

"I don't have a problem with profanity per se, I just—my mom used to say that you should only swear when you really mean it. I half-believe it was just so I wouldn't swear but she was pretty consistent about it and was okay with me swearing when the situation 'really called for it,' so."

(Wow, way to go, Lewis, why don't you say more insulting things about her dead mom).

"Huh.  That...makes a lot of sense.  So I guess people'll always know if you're really pissed off."

"Or happy. Or," she smirks a bit, "other things. And that's part of the reason why I continue to do it."

He wants very much to get her to swear.

It kind of surprises him, how much he wants that.

"Right," he says.  "There's lots of really intense stuff you can feel, besides anger."

"Indeed," she nods. "Anyway, yeah, my sense of humor does travel along the lines of the transgressive."

"Yeah, me too," says Lewis.

They continue talking for a normal lunch-conversation-time, and then Lewis has to go do New Student Stuff.

He wasn't really an extracurriculars guy at his old school, but he doesn't know anyone in town and he has to meet people somehow.  He looks up what kind of stuff he can join.

Pretty much All Of The Stuff. There's a variety of sports (swimming, football, basketball, track...), choir, a subs' rights movement thing, drama, audiovisual...

Cool!  Lewis decides to look into various sports (probably not football, he doesn't have the build, but maybe track).  The subs' right movement thing catches his eye.  Normally, he'd skip it--no one he knew growing up took subs' rights all that seriously--but, well, after his recent conversation about switches, he's starting to realize he has a few blindspots about this sort of thing.  Besides, it's a way to meet people that doesn't involve singing or putting on a costume.

Various sports meet at various times during the week, but the subs' rights club has a meeting tonight, actually.

Then he will be at that meeting!

"Hello! Are you new?" asks a girl with shoulder-length hair at the door.

"Yeah, hi, I'm Lewis," he says.  "New dom.  This is the, uh, sub's rights thing, right?"

The girl raises an eyebrow at "new dom." "That's correct. I'm Allie. Always good to have new faces." She hands him a pamphlet.