”Because men can be dicks.” Ayatah said bluntly in answer to Tinnok’s question. Yes, her loyalty lay with her closest friend and it had been common practise for Ayatah to part with her lovers if they said a cruel joke about the half-Dhani, or looked at her with particular resentment. The two of them came as a package in that sense; if you hated one, you were going to get a kick in the balls from the other.
Shrugging her shoulders, Ayatah added to her previous statement, using her years of studying the male of their species. ”But ultimately, when you get them naked, they’re all the same: complaining of the cold.” She snorted at the ridiculousness of the declaration that one or two of her less well-endowed partners had claimed. ”Not like we’re in the petching jungle or anything.”
She winced when Tinnok yanked on a handful of her hair, but there was a grin on her lips all the same. ”Myri, calm down woman! That tight grip could do some serious damage to a male.” More giggling followed that little gem, and Ayatah nodded to solidify her point.
”Hmm. I can imagine him now: ‘Oh, you bought a friend to bed tonight, Aya? That’s fine, let me scoot on over to make room.’” Her voice lowered dramatically as she put on her best Razkar impersonation… Which, for someone who saw him every day, was pretty awful. Thankfully when she spoke again, she did so in her normal voice. ”Yeah, I don’t think he’d be such a good host.”
As Tinnok moved away, Ayatah inspected her new hairstyle. ”Very impressive…” she said, nodding as she touched the intricate plaiting, ”have you ever thought of turning this place into ‘Tinnok’s Beauty shop?’” Now that was a comical idea…
She began to toy with her friend’s mane of dark brown hair, frowning as she considered what exact style to inflict upon the half breed. Ahh, she remembered reading something about how highborn Eypharian ladies wore dramatic up-do’s for festivals or special occasions. What could be more perfect for her half-Myrian, half-Dhani friend?
Ayatah began working straight away, taking sections of hair from the top of Tinnok’s head and also some from the bottom of her hairline. ”Did you know that Eypharian’s dye their hair?” Her voice sounded far too enthralled at the very idea, so she cleared her throat and tried again, ”I mean… how ridiculous.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Ayatah added to her previous statement, using her years of studying the male of their species. ”But ultimately, when you get them naked, they’re all the same: complaining of the cold.” She snorted at the ridiculousness of the declaration that one or two of her less well-endowed partners had claimed. ”Not like we’re in the petching jungle or anything.”
She winced when Tinnok yanked on a handful of her hair, but there was a grin on her lips all the same. ”Myri, calm down woman! That tight grip could do some serious damage to a male.” More giggling followed that little gem, and Ayatah nodded to solidify her point.
”Hmm. I can imagine him now: ‘Oh, you bought a friend to bed tonight, Aya? That’s fine, let me scoot on over to make room.’” Her voice lowered dramatically as she put on her best Razkar impersonation… Which, for someone who saw him every day, was pretty awful. Thankfully when she spoke again, she did so in her normal voice. ”Yeah, I don’t think he’d be such a good host.”
As Tinnok moved away, Ayatah inspected her new hairstyle. ”Very impressive…” she said, nodding as she touched the intricate plaiting, ”have you ever thought of turning this place into ‘Tinnok’s Beauty shop?’” Now that was a comical idea…
She began to toy with her friend’s mane of dark brown hair, frowning as she considered what exact style to inflict upon the half breed. Ahh, she remembered reading something about how highborn Eypharian ladies wore dramatic up-do’s for festivals or special occasions. What could be more perfect for her half-Myrian, half-Dhani friend?
Ayatah began working straight away, taking sections of hair from the top of Tinnok’s head and also some from the bottom of her hairline. ”Did you know that Eypharian’s dye their hair?” Her voice sounded far too enthralled at the very idea, so she cleared her throat and tried again, ”I mean… how ridiculous.”
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