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Erin blinks. "Well, I mean…"

"It'll change our relationship, you know?"

"I… I know."

"And you know what you're getting into, under the clothes and in my head, I mean?"

"You're being really roundabout, so, noo…?"

"Well, of course, I am, silly," Melia says, tittering softly. "I am a fairy, after all."

"Really?"

"Well, in here," Melia says, tapping her head, "and in here," she continues, pressing to her chest.

Erin sighed, "Must be wonderful to think that way. I'm just boring old me," she said, holding her hands out.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Melia says."

"Flattery will, in fact, get you nowhere," Erin says. "Now, I need to get ready for tomorrow."

"Suit yourself," says Melia, frowning as her roommate leaves the conversation.

When the lights turn off, and she's left alone to think about things, Melia stares at the ceiling. "He just went for it," she says, her hands upon her stomach, which slowly rises and falls at its steady pace. "But I didn't tell him. I didn't warn him." She shifts over to her side. "I laid it on too thick. He's definitely going to think I'm into him. I am, but that's not the point, right?"

"Why are you talking to yourself?" Erin asks in a groggy voice. "Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Ah, Erin! You're still awake?"

"I wasn't, grumbles the other girl."

"Ah, right, sorry," Melia says. "Sometimes, it's good to have someone to talk things over with, even if it's yourself."

A click and the light comes on, Erin rubbing the sleepiness from her. "What's the matter?"

"Oh, me? Well, it's weird to have to bring this up. Do you think Louis is bi?"

Erin frowns. "What makes you think I have any idea about that?"

Melia quirks a brow at her.

Erin shrugs. "I don't know, really. I only really watched him during games, and it's the typical dude-bro stuff with other guys. You know, slapping butts and yelling "nice cock" or whatever else guys do around each other while shouting 'no homo!"

Melia snorts.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous," Erin says.

"Kinda, but funny for me.

"How so?"

"I've told other people, but for you, I guess it's better now than a surprise. I, uh, have boy parts, and well, I'm kinda gender fluid?"

"Kinda…?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Hm… well, I've learned that if you can explain it to yourself, you can explain it to others.

"Woooo, boy. Well, it's a long one," Melia says, holding back a yawn. She fails as she continues to speak in an exaggerated voice. "Best leave it for another day, but I just wanted you to know you're the only one of us rocking out with her pussy out."

"Hey! Don't put me on the spot like that!" Erin yelps, covering herself up in her blankets.

While Erin was fumbling around in embarrassment, Melia sighed slightly, a hand upon her chest. Why is it easier to come out to some than to others? Why is it so strange to come out at all in full? Especially when her other half is eager and willing to participate in that moonlit dance.

Would it betray her friendship if he were to come out?

Louis lies on his bed, dressed down to his underclothes, staring up at the ceiling. His hands rest on his stomach, softly rising and falling as he keeps his gaze on one spot.

"Copper for your thoughts?" comes the soft voice of his roommate. Jasper sits at his desk, the feline working by candlelight. His ink scribbling upon his paper is the only sound to break the canine's meditations.

"I was just thinking," Louis says, inhaling deeply, his gaze transfixed.

A silence passes between the two of them, Jasper's tail swishing in slow, languid strokes. His smile remains, though it twitches once or twice in the quiet. Soon enough, he could wait no longer. "And?" he asks.

"Hm? Oh. Just stuff," Louis says. "Like, does the pattern on the ceiling look like a tree to you?"

Jasper leans in, his cheek resting right beside Louis's. "You know what I think?" the feline says, a large, nearly glowing eye looking at Louis.

"What's that?" Louis says, continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"I think you need to get glasses. And the RA needs to get someone to look at that, and that I need to get my work done."

"Sorry, I guess I had trees in mind," Louis says, bringing his cover up to his chin.

"Big botany class assignment?" Jasper asks, capping his pen.

"Nah, not that. Just gonna meet a couple of gals alone in the night."

"You bragging?"

"Huh?" He blinks, furrowing his brow. "No, just stating what's happening."

"Of course you are. And are you worried about this little adventure? Excited"

"Dunno!" Louis admits. "Is it weird when two separate girls invite you to the same thing at about the same time?"

"Eh, kinda, yeah," says Jasper, crossing one leg over the other and leaning his arm over the back of the chair. "What exactly are the three of you going to be doing?"

"Absorbing moon rays," Louis says without hesitation.

"I… huh, do you know what tracks these gals are in?"

"Nope."

Jasper's ear twitches. "Do you know their names?"

"Melia… and Erin? Yeah, that's right."

"Never heard of 'em." He shrugs. "Well, proceed at your own risk. A big, strong athlete like you, who knows who might be coming out here to poach you or break your leg."

"What? That doesn't happen!"

"Look, I only know what's in the stories."

Louis leans off the edge of his bead, reaching out to their shared library and pulling a volume from it. He taps the cover, "Locker Room Love," and shakes his head. "Stories like this?"

"What? So, I indulge in a little romance. Is that so wrong?"

"Dudes aren't standing around naked all day in there, admiring each other's dongs," Louis says.

"To some people, that would be a crying shame. "But that tome is about what happens in the ladies' locker room."

Louis blinks, looks to the cover again, and pulls it in close to him. "Maybe I need glasses after all," he mutters.

"It'd sure make you look smarter. Maybe even feel it, too," Jasper says.

Louis flips through the book, squinting his eyes, pressing his nose to the pages. "No illustrations? Aw, come on! Those are the best parts!"

"It's certainly eye-catching," admits the feline. "A writer's life is fraught with worry that an illustrator cannot fathom. After all, the regular art appreciator can view and discern the likes of any piece with a glance. Still, to enjoy a book, one must devote much of their life and focus to seeking the understanding of the craft."

Louis pokes his nose up from above the pages. "You enjoy inflating yourself?"

"Don't you mean 'fellating?' and no, it's too much of a pain. I just speak the truth. People like pictures painted with a brush instead of the stroke of a pen."

"I'm pretty sure if it's in a book, it's going to use ink."

"Truly, yours is an indomitable will, my sporty friend."

As he says this, he turns toward Louis, finding him fully covered in the bedding, soft, slow breaths rising up from the mattress.

The "Goodnight, buddy," the feline says, shaking his head.