Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,
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How To Be Traff Properly, or, How To Gleep Properly [5 Lage 4261]

(reprise) Me:"Tethezai? How do I be traff properly?"

She gleeped. Dustweed flattened zir antennae.

After a certain amount of degleeping, Tethezai looked straight at Dustweed and said, "Fall in love with a member or two of the wrong species and devote yourself to them completely."

So it was now my turn to gleep, and I trust I did a fine and elegant job of it. For Tethezai has not particularly been following that advice. Indeed, she has been quite incompletely devoted to Dustweed. I know for a fact that she has had five lovers of three different species -- one of them Rassimel, like Tethezai! -- since she and Dustweed have been officially and notorizedly and notoriously in love. I doubt I know the whole of the story: just the bits where Dustweed comes and mopes on me.

I assumed a dignified and meditative posture, as if I was contemplating Great Acts of Magic or something like that that Zi Ri are supposed to do now and then, for some moments while Dustweed made a few mild and gentle comments to Tethezai, and Tethezai both apologized and refused to apologize. I was, indeed, contemplating Great Acts of Magic. I was wondering if it would be magically feasable and socially acceptable to make a talisman that transported me into tiny pocket universes, for use in situations (such as this) in which any concievable thing I could say would be socially awkward unto death and/or hideousness.

Tethezai:[when the bickering was evidently over.]"I'm not specifically transaffectionate. I'm a technically a libertine, which is to say, I am exploring a wide range of experiences. Rather to my surprise, they included falling in love, but that wasn't part of my original plan. I don't think you want to do that. I think you want Orren 'cause there's no Zi Ri around. "

Me:"A lozen's no use to a hungry man unless he's near a bakery, is what Floooosh always tells me...."

It was now Dustweed's turn to gleep, which zie did with considerable force: a mighty gleepage which knocked zir chair over and hurled zir out of the room. More precisely zie stomped out of the parlor, and snarled something about waiting in zir bedroom until the pervert's conference was over.

Tethezai gleeped again. I expressed incomprehension. She reminded me that she was Dustweed's bakery, and that Dustweed hates being reminded of all the usual things.

I tried to interrogate at her a bit more about traffianity (as distint from libertineianity), but her mind was clearly elsewhere, probably where her heart was also. In not very long, her pudenda (and presumably the rest of her) were on their way there too.

I am currently procrastinating. When I am done with this paragraph and the one following it, I will write a short but intense apology to Dustweed.

Which should be any second now ... there are 27 seconds in a minute ... 27 minutes in an hour ... 27 hours in a day ... 27 days in a month ... in a month Dustweed will probably have forgotten about the whole thing ... in 27 months I will probably be less embarrassed ... I think I will switch to transient paper in order not to have a permanant record of procrastinating ... [Sythyry has stuck two sheets of scrap paper covered with wandering and occasional doodling into the journal. I won't translate it ... I can't understand most of it. -bb]

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