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Dude! [But now TJ really was laughing, spurred on by the pap-assault. The ball of tension in his gut was unwinding, at least a little.]

You are so fuckin' weird, man.

[Said with all the fondness in the world. Really.]

[Laughing. He can deal with laughing. Grinning a little himself, he pinches TJ's shoulder.]

You want to talk about weird? I've theen weird, and it's called "human genitalth". It flopth.

[At the reminder -- and what a reminder -- TJ sat up again, brow furrowed.]

Shit, yeah, that's right! You totally hit that, man!

[God, it was nice to talk about something else. Anything else. Even Jim Kirk's dick.]

[Whoa there, buddy. Psii flops back as TJ suddenly shoots up, and sniggers. They're going to talk about all his issues again at some point tonight, don't think they won't, but he is totally up for talking about how he got laid.]

Hell yeth I did. He thaid he hathn't dithappointed anyone, and I can't lie- I left your apartment a thatisfied cuthtomer.

Did he seriously say that shit? Like, verbatim? [TJ pulled a face, not sure if he should be impressed or amused at the kinda douchey bravado. Then again, that was hardly new territory from ol' Captain Kirk.] Damn. Well at least he could back it up.

[He elbowed Psii, smile growing a little more earnest.]

Told you ya wouldn't have any trouble.

I may or may not have encouraged him to that point. But thtill.

[Oh, that reminds him- He looks concerned for a brief second.]

Room clean enough for you? I tried, but it wath a bit... unconventional from uthual thex for me, tho it wath methier than it thould have been.

... "Room clean enough"? [To be honest, TJ didn't notice much different about their room other than it smelling like sex, which Amal complained about but wasn't all that surprising.]

Uh, yeah dude, it's cool. I mean it's not like I thought you were goin' up there with him to make paper dolls.

[Phew. He grins.]

Awethome. I thought about about getting a bucket, but then I thaw what wath between hith legth, and whupth... Alien junk ith not that compatible.

A bucket? [TJ repeated again, utterly befuddled.] Y'know, you're gettin' me real curious about what y'all keep between your pegs.

Alath, you will never know. Maybe. [But he's grinning a bit.] But we produce a lot of genetic material. Thupposed to go into a bucket, which you give to a drone, which goeth to the Mother Grub, but here I gueth you'd... I dunno, clean it out or thomething.

[The nativity wasn't so strong in TJ that he couldn't gather what "genetic material" stood for. Eugh. Cue him pulling a face.]

I'm gonna guess your species gets knocked up real easy.

...Knocked up?

[???]

Y'know, preggers! Eatin' for two? With child? ... Bun in the oven?

[???]

Trollth can't procreate with one another. I mean, like- jutht one another. We need a Mother Grub.

[???]

Wait--huh? I mean, wait, you said that, but I just thought... [Honestly, TJ didn't know what he thought.] The hell is all the 'genetic material' for then?

You put it in a bucket. You give the bucket to an Imperial Drone. The drone giveth it to the Mother Grub, who taketh it in, mixeth all the material of the race together, and then popth out eggth.

[You know, like you do.]

[NO, THAT IS NOT LIKE YOU DO.]

... Shit, man. [TJ shook his head, letting out a profoundly deep breath. The hell, Psii.] Trolls are fuckin' complicated.

It'sth totally thimple- okay, come on. [He thwacked TJ in the shoulder.] If you and Amal wanted to produce thpawn, how would you do it? Which one of you carrieth the bun or whatever the hell you were talking about?

[TJ returned the thwack, along with a long, prolonged groan.]

Okay, man, there is so much wrong with that statement. I dunno about trolls, but two dudes ain't got the required interlockin' parts. [He paused for a beat.] I mean, they interlock, but it sure don't lead to a baby.

To have a kid, it takes a dude and a chick. Like, there's adoption n' stuff, but dude n' a chick have to be involved at some point along the assembly line.

Weird. Why do you need a dude and a chick? That thounds complicated to me.

[Get two trolls together, regardless of gender, and wham bam, you can contribute to the slurry. So simple.]

We don't got the parts. [With a vague gesture that covered just about everything from the rib cage down, TJ shrugged.] 'Least I don't. Babies grow inside people, n' they only grow inside people with the right functionality.

So not me n' not Amal, for starters. [TJ liked kids, but there was no repressing the slight crease in his brow at the thought. That would be a weird looking kid.] You're sayin' trolls all got the same parts?

They grow inthide you? Eeeeeeeewwww.

[The response is slightly exaggerated, but still. Gross.]

All trollth can produce material together to put in a bucket, gender hath nothing to do with it.

Hey man, not all humans are down with the creepy fetus thing, either.

[Not that the idea particularly rankled him, but he'd known more than one girl in his life who curled up like a pillbug at the mention of a sentient growth inside them.]

Guess that's... kinda cool, actually. So does that mean it ain't a thing who you're with?

Well, I mean, it can be- like, if you hook up in the red with your thapde'th moirail, thit ith gonna be awkward, and perthonally, I don't think a romance between a highblood and a lowblood will ever really end well...

...Are you talking about thomething elthe?

[For a guy still getting used to the jargon, TJ took a hair longer to parse the inter-complications Psii was describing.

Though, when his friend called attention to the issue at hand, he couldn't help but shrug sheepishly. It was kind of an odd question, but hell. He was curious.]

I jus' meant like, is 'gay' even a thing with y'all?

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