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I keep thinking oh I should post the prequel backstory thing where Poe and Arana are at the Academy and Poe takes Iolo home to Yavin 4 on a school break and as I’m reading it, I’m like, this is familiar, I’ve posted this somewhere.
“Yeah,” Poe said. “I mean. It probably all seems dumb to you but to humans it matters. And one of the fourth-years used to pick on me, when I was a new baby first-year, and she’d do the accent, and a bunch of them did it, and it was kind of ugly until a sixth-year overheard them doing it and blew them in and it was a whole fucking drama.” He picked glumly at a seam in his pants. “It’s ancient history now but.” He shrugged. “Anyone who was around back then remembers it and is all weird about it.”
“You didn’t complain, though,” Iolo pointed out. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“No,” Poe said quietly, “and that’s really the only thing that’s saved me.” He pressed his shoulder harder into Iolo’s for a moment, face turned away. “Maybe that’s one of the reasons we’re friends, though. Because you don’t know or care about that kind of shit.”
“Maybe that’s why you mostly fuck xenos,” Iolo said, figuring it was about time to be an asshole. “Because we don’t even understand that kind of shit, let alone care about it.”
Poe gave a short bark of shocked laughter and almost fell off the chair, and it set off the litter of xeno alien-lings behind them, who set to yammering and shrieking, and Iolo and Poe wound up fleeing the room to get away from the unholy din, and also the wrath of the parent-xeno, who did not appreciate the ruckus any more than they had.
“If it’s that big a deal,” Iolo muttered as they fled, “stay in your goddamn pod.” The accommodations were reasonably comfortable if you weren’t claustrophobic. Fortunately Iolo and Poe were really used to being in one another’s intimate spaces; their pod was a pair of chairs that folded down into bunk beds, and a very flimsily-divided fresher compartment that had a toilet and a sonic shower and not really an actual door.
“I don’t fuck that many xenos,” Poe pointed out.
“Yeah, but the suction-cup marks,” Iolo said. “That story is gonna see you into immortality, see if it doesn’t.”
Have I posted it??? If so, where??? I can’t find it! ???
I keep thinking oh I should post the prequel backstory thing where Poe and Arana are at the Academy and Poe takes Iolo home to Yavin 4 on a school break and as I’m reading it, I’m like, this is familiar, I’ve posted this somewhere.
“Yeah,” Poe said. “I mean. It probably all seems dumb to you but to humans it matters. And one of the fourth-years used to pick on me, when I was a new baby first-year, and she’d do the accent, and a bunch of them did it, and it was kind of ugly until a sixth-year overheard them doing it and blew them in and it was a whole fucking drama.” He picked glumly at a seam in his pants. “It’s ancient history now but.” He shrugged. “Anyone who was around back then remembers it and is all weird about it.”
“You didn’t complain, though,” Iolo pointed out. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“No,” Poe said quietly, “and that’s really the only thing that’s saved me.” He pressed his shoulder harder into Iolo’s for a moment, face turned away. “Maybe that’s one of the reasons we’re friends, though. Because you don’t know or care about that kind of shit.”
“Maybe that’s why you mostly fuck xenos,” Iolo said, figuring it was about time to be an asshole. “Because we don’t even understand that kind of shit, let alone care about it.”
Poe gave a short bark of shocked laughter and almost fell off the chair, and it set off the litter of xeno alien-lings behind them, who set to yammering and shrieking, and Iolo and Poe wound up fleeing the room to get away from the unholy din, and also the wrath of the parent-xeno, who did not appreciate the ruckus any more than they had.
“If it’s that big a deal,” Iolo muttered as they fled, “stay in your goddamn pod.” The accommodations were reasonably comfortable if you weren’t claustrophobic. Fortunately Iolo and Poe were really used to being in one another’s intimate spaces; their pod was a pair of chairs that folded down into bunk beds, and a very flimsily-divided fresher compartment that had a toilet and a sonic shower and not really an actual door.
“I don’t fuck that many xenos,” Poe pointed out.
“Yeah, but the suction-cup marks,” Iolo said. “That story is gonna see you into immortality, see if it doesn’t.”
Have I posted it??? If so, where??? I can’t find it! ???
