LOG: A Matter of Trust

[the_informant]

Who: Florida (Native) and Omega Ai (Native)
What: Florida handing over a book, and showing Omega trust.
Where: Florida's room at the For Hire base.
When: 4/27, late morning.
Warnings: NSFW-ish content.

Florida lays there, stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. So many things to think about. A lot of them related to the man who was coming to visit him.

He has to chuckle. If Tex really is who they think, then he's inviting her younger brother to his room to try and seduce him. With rope.

God what a day.

Comments

[the_informant]

"I just decided, for you, that there will be no sexual component to this," Florida supplies. "We can talk about anything else before we start. You don't look like the kind of guy who wants roughed up a little. But still, look at the section in there on aftercare. It's important, even when it's just being tied up. You're going to need it and you need prepared for that."

[baruthumos]

Omega can't completely repress the shiver of revulsion at that idea. "No sex," he agrees, not even mad that Florida decided without any input from him. "Um. Talking is good."

Roughed up? He was signing up to get shot at. Then again, the less bruises he has to explain, the better.

"I'll read it," Omega promises. He's not sure when, or where. This isn't something he wants to share with his brothers. He shares everything else, Maine, Tex, is it so wrong to have something of his own?

[the_informant]

"Good, Muesca," Florida smiles, bouncing to his feet. "Now you get going, okay? Put those things in your locker and pick them up before you leave."

[baruthumos]

"Ye-yeah. I will," Omega says, standing up. "Thank you."

He leaves, but he doesn't put them in his locker. Instead, he finds an out of the way corner and starts reading.