➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[mocktiresias]

[He smiles, just a little]

Do you want her to?

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I feel like you should be asking me this on a note passed along the desks in health class.

[Chase? Admit to what he wants? It takes a few pigs flying past a blue moon.]

[mocktiresias]

[He shrugs]

I was homeschooled.

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[It's another small comment that makes Chase pause. He examines his knees for a moment before looking up.]

I want what she wants. If that changes, I wouldn't choose to tell her by proxy.

[mocktiresias]

Your choice.

[He smiles again and stands, and tugs Chase under that mistletoe for another cursed kiss, mouth to mouth, hips to hips.]

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[The curse kicks in hard - beyond the momentary protest as he's pulled in, Chase's chances of overriding it are slim. And yet, though he meets the other man hip to hip and doesn't pull away - the kiss is quickly broken.

Replaced, instead, by a trail of lighter, smaller kisses, peppered down the line of his throat. Chase's lips trace the line of Thomas' jaw, until his teeth catch just below the other man's ear, his face pressed against short, dark hair.

His breath is embarrassingly short.]

You smell like her.

[He doesn't. He smells like aftershave and even that isn't in the same scents Saya uses. But this is also true. He doesn't smell of anything else.]

[mocktiresias]

[He tangles his fingers in Chase's hair, against his neck, quiet for a moment]

She doesn't smell like anything.

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[That would be sharp, for a once a month accountant and dinner date. Chase doesn't lift his head.]

And she goes out for drinks, not dinner.

[mocktiresias]

[He smiles against Chase's temple, mouth just against his hairline]

Guess you're right about that, too. But I never said she ate anything.

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[Talking to Thomas' shoulder is easier. Less instinctive impulse to step back.]

She does her own accounts.

[mocktiresias]

So why am I here, Doctor Chase?

[Still speaking to his hairline]

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[He lifts his head up, finally, nudging Thomas away, though he actively fights the urge to step back altogether. It's important to meet his eyes.]

I didn't say you weren't doing accounting.

[mocktiresias]

[His eyes are a peculiar dark shade of blue]

So what are you saying?

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[Well.]

Do you want me to be your boyfriend?

[mocktiresias]

[A smile, slightly wider this time, and a kiss that has nothing to do with mistletoe]

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[It's really not how he pictured asking, lets be honest. And the kiss isn't quite as ... relaxed... as it could be, but give him credit for managing at all, without making checklists of why it's wrong. He catches breath.]

Are you cursed? [And catches breath again.] Two curses?

[mocktiresias]

I'm not cursed.

And no, this isn't how I was born. I was born female, and I have no intention of becoming male.

[He takes a moment, and there's something - it lasts a moment, disturbing, while spiders rise to the skin, and everything rearranges]

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[That was a smart prediction of his next question, which he asks anyway, while watching her shift without a flicker of anxiety.]

Your other form's female?

[synanthrope]

[She slides the suit coat off]

Yes.

[And the pants and shoes, too, so she's only in a shirt and tie, no underwear. She starts to move to go get clothes from a small closet]

Does this bother you?

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Hey-

[He catches at the shirt tails and pulls her in again before she can turn away. The shirt's far too big. It's a novelty. A cute one.]

I don't understand what it's for.

[synanthrope]

[She looks at him, eyes a little bright]

I thought that would be obvious.

It's for hunting, Robert.

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[He doesn't leave go of the ends of her shirt, but glances at the door. It's unlocked since he came through.]

Don't tell me I should have read that one in a natural history book.

[synanthrope]

Isn't that the purpose of most camouflage?

[She looks at the door]

I don't think anyone else is coming in.

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I thought this was camouflage already.

[Under the shirt, his hands move to her hips.]

[synanthrope]

[She puts her hands on his shoulders, eyes bright]

This is my body, too. People know me like this.

No one really knows Thomas.

I'm not wearing underwear, Robert.