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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:11 pm
Ferris blinked at his sudden outburst, but then she immediately went into it herself. It might have been mimicry, or real, but if it was the prior, she did a pretty damn good acting job.
"You're as straight as a circle, Weylin!" she cried, un-crossing her legs. She rose to her feet and put her hands on her own hips -- her WOMANLY hips -- and leaned forward slightly. The hands only stayed at that hip-spot for a matter of seconds, though, before they were thrown up into the air while Ferris gave another cry.
"You. Are. Gay. COME OUT OF THE CLOSET, SIR!"
After that, she lowered her hands back onto the table, looked down at the egg, said, very calm and normal-like, "Yes, I did get a flit. Thank you for noticing again," and then she threw up her hands again in a frustrated scene.
"ARE YOU HOMOPHOBIC, SIR?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:20 pm
"WHAT THE FARDLING-FERRIS!" Weylin ducked his head as people started to turn their heads toward them, praying that Nan had decided not to eat right around now. There was no way this was happening to him. "I am not gay!" he insisted, but when Ferris ducked in, he blinked, totally confused. And then Ferris yelled again, and he stood up, slamming his hands down on the table and leaning across it to look at her.
"You don't even know what that word means," he snapped when she called him homophobic.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:26 pm
To counter his slamming, Ferris slammed her own hands back down on the table. The little sand bowl trembled, as did some glasses and plates, but it all went unnoticed.
"I don't need to, I'm not gay!" she retorted, leveling her head down with her shoulders. "Why are you so defensive? Are you bothered!? Does homophobia bother you? It doesn't bother me, I'm not bothered -- I don't see why you just won't come out of the closet!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:35 pm
“THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!” Weylin snapped, totally unaware that what was likely the entirety of the dining cavern had trained their attention on the pair of them. “And I'm not being defensive! Homophobia bothers me because if we were homophobic we'd be spending all our time being horrible to the green—I don’t care if you’re bothered or if you’re not bothered—that has nothing to do with me! I’m not gay, and I’m not insecure!” he shouted finally, jerking away from the table and crossing his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:42 pm
Ferris didn't even retort on his first comment -- she knew she made sense! Instead, when he jerked away and crossed his arms, she did the exact same, just as snappy and terse.
"You ain't bothered then, huh?" she asked, though she didn't care enough to give him enough time to answer.
"If you ain't bothered, and yer just soooooo secure in your little non-closet escapades, then why don't you go kiss a guy on the lips!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:46 pm
"Why should I have to do anything to prove it to you?" Weylin snapped, tossing his head and looking down his nose at Ferris. "If I'm secure in my sexuality, I shouldn't have to prove anything to anyone."
It wasn't necessarily that he was opposed to kissing anyone on the lips—he didn't really see the point of doing it, but he wasn't afraid he would like it or anything—but there should be no reason for him to prove something just because Ferris had gotten him into a screaming match and made a stupid demand of him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:56 pm
"Oh it's not me you have prove anymore... but I think you might want to clear up some things for everyone else in here," she replied, quite calmly, actually. She twirled a finger about in the air and gave a quick glance about.
Everyone -- EVERYONE -- in the hall was watching and listening quite intently on the pair, and at Ferris's words, a few even gave hoots and hollers. Why they even cared was beyond any logic, but it didn't matter.
"Besides," Ferris added, "I'll bet my flit egg that ya won't do it -- ya won't kiss a guy to prove this. ....That ya won't kiss.. Kaskel."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 9:06 pm
Weylin took a moment to glance around the cavern at Ferris' words, and he coloured vividly when he did. Apparently that little outburst had attracted a lot more attention than he would have liked...oops. He shook his head slowly and scowled at Ferris, but when she made the wager, he frowned and looked at the egg.
Well...technically, was it worth the trouble? It was a rather plain little thing. But he couldn't help but think about having a flitt. This would probably be one of his only chances to get ahold of one, short of Kaskel's gold clutching. And this egg was a definite, whereas those eggs were only possibilities.
Besides, it wasn't as if she were asking him to go kiss a gay boy. He'd known Kaskel forever; it wasn't like this would be any major inconvenience. So after a moment, he scowled up at Ferris again. "Fine," he said, and stuck his hand across the table to shake.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 9:09 pm
That sly grin once more found itself on Ferris's face, touching her dimples and eyes. Immediately she extended her hand and grabbed Weylin's, shaking it up and down in a strong, affirmative action. "You're so gay..." she muttered, not caring if it was heard. She laughed in a somewhat victorious manner.
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