CHULANE
Feeling quite the awkward, naïve and inexperienced lad, Chulane said his piece and waited for their reactions. Kia, supportive and playful as always, injected the comment about her mother (he assumed she meant the queen one, the mother from another world, not the one she had chosen, who was with Deimos). He grinned back at her, appreciating her support and humour even in moments of complete and utter awkwardness, knowing that they would survive this moment if they stayed together - the pathway of open communication between them was the key to their success, no matter the topic, they could talk it out.
An understanding was reached between everyone, boundaries drawn and decided, agreed upon. The awkwardness was rampant, but it wasn't just a matter of 'fun' experimentation either - it was a matter of survival for the Hailstorm. Chuy reminded himself of this as he listened to the man's words, before nodding and gesturing to the chairs and table for them all to sit at. "I think wrist is best," he said as he rolled his sleeves up to expose the muscled forearm, the fluffy dark hair that covered his whole body present there as well, though less so on the smooth underside of his wrist - the skin was pale from lack of sunshine exposure since being rugged up for Deepfrost, and smooth, scarless.
He offered the arm to Neron, before redirecting his gaze over to Kia with an odd smile on his lips - to find strength in her, to steady himself in this decision, to quietly question if he wasn't totally insane.
An understanding was reached between everyone, boundaries drawn and decided, agreed upon. The awkwardness was rampant, but it wasn't just a matter of 'fun' experimentation either - it was a matter of survival for the Hailstorm. Chuy reminded himself of this as he listened to the man's words, before nodding and gesturing to the chairs and table for them all to sit at. "I think wrist is best," he said as he rolled his sleeves up to expose the muscled forearm, the fluffy dark hair that covered his whole body present there as well, though less so on the smooth underside of his wrist - the skin was pale from lack of sunshine exposure since being rugged up for Deepfrost, and smooth, scarless.
He offered the arm to Neron, before redirecting his gaze over to Kia with an odd smile on his lips - to find strength in her, to steady himself in this decision, to quietly question if he wasn't totally insane.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
