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For once it wasn't Nai who was in trouble. Actually, Nai wasn't in trouble a lot lately, lately, Gareki was in trouble. Lately, Nai had gotten better at staying where he was told to stay. Well, unless someone needed his help, then you couldn't get Nai to stay put with three lengths of rope and a padlock. (It had been tried.) So, Nai was staying put at a table in the restaurant, nibbling at some lunch while Yogi went off to rescue Gareki.
Nai wasn't really sure what Gareki needed rescuing from, and why he couldn't help, but Yogi had been distracted and frantic and there had been something about a dwarf and a prostitute and maybe a priest.
"She was paying you for sex, Gareki!" Yogi's voice was desperately strained and he was trying to be quiet but Nai could hear it just fine. Nai had good hearing though, no one else seemed to notice.
"I can rescue myself." Gareki sounded upset. Maybe he had wanted the job? Gareki didn't need to work anymore, but he liked to sometimes. Gareki liked being useful. Maybe this woman had needed help!
Was help what sex was?
"Good." Yogi was next to him now, and slumping down into the hard wooden chair identical to Nai's. "You're still here Nai! Oh hey, what're you eating?"
"It's a sandwich." Nai tried to remember what it had been called. Something difficult. "It has vegetables in it." Lettuce and avocado and mushrooms and sprouts and zucchini and…
"Great." Gareki wrinkled his nose. "Do they serve meat here or is it all vegetables?"
"Gareki-kun…" Yogi looked aggrieved.
Nai had come to realize that his innocent way of asking questions was a good way to break things up when they got all wonky. Yogi and Gareki were always getting wonky. Most of the time it was Gareki's fault. "What's sex?"
Nai took a bite of his sandwich while Gareki and Yogi stared at him with wide eyes and dropped jaws. If he waited long enough they would tell him. They always did.
"Se-" Gareki choked. "Nai where did you hear that word?"
"Yogi." Nai said promptly, and Yogi looked extremely panicked while Gareki was turning his mad face Yogi's way. "He said the woman was paying you for it. What's sex, Gareki?"
Gareki's mouth worked, like he did sometimes when Nai asked him things he didn't know the answer to. Nai didn't do that a lot, Gareki seemed to know everything. But sometimes Nai stumped him. "Is it like helping?" Nai prompted when the silence stretched too long.
"It's. It's when…" Gareki had his thinking face on. "When two people… uh… I'm not doing this, he's not even human!"
Yogi nudged Nai's arm and waited for Nai to look his way. "Nai, when two people love each other very much-"
Gareki's hands were holding the napkin holder in a threatening manner. "Don't even."
Nai wasn't really sure what Gareki needed rescuing from, and why he couldn't help, but Yogi had been distracted and frantic and there had been something about a dwarf and a prostitute and maybe a priest.
"She was paying you for sex, Gareki!" Yogi's voice was desperately strained and he was trying to be quiet but Nai could hear it just fine. Nai had good hearing though, no one else seemed to notice.
"I can rescue myself." Gareki sounded upset. Maybe he had wanted the job? Gareki didn't need to work anymore, but he liked to sometimes. Gareki liked being useful. Maybe this woman had needed help!
Was help what sex was?
"Good." Yogi was next to him now, and slumping down into the hard wooden chair identical to Nai's. "You're still here Nai! Oh hey, what're you eating?"
"It's a sandwich." Nai tried to remember what it had been called. Something difficult. "It has vegetables in it." Lettuce and avocado and mushrooms and sprouts and zucchini and…
"Great." Gareki wrinkled his nose. "Do they serve meat here or is it all vegetables?"
"Gareki-kun…" Yogi looked aggrieved.
Nai had come to realize that his innocent way of asking questions was a good way to break things up when they got all wonky. Yogi and Gareki were always getting wonky. Most of the time it was Gareki's fault. "What's sex?"
Nai took a bite of his sandwich while Gareki and Yogi stared at him with wide eyes and dropped jaws. If he waited long enough they would tell him. They always did.
"Se-" Gareki choked. "Nai where did you hear that word?"
"Yogi." Nai said promptly, and Yogi looked extremely panicked while Gareki was turning his mad face Yogi's way. "He said the woman was paying you for it. What's sex, Gareki?"
Gareki's mouth worked, like he did sometimes when Nai asked him things he didn't know the answer to. Nai didn't do that a lot, Gareki seemed to know everything. But sometimes Nai stumped him. "Is it like helping?" Nai prompted when the silence stretched too long.
"It's. It's when…" Gareki had his thinking face on. "When two people… uh… I'm not doing this, he's not even human!"
Yogi nudged Nai's arm and waited for Nai to look his way. "Nai, when two people love each other very much-"
Gareki's hands were holding the napkin holder in a threatening manner. "Don't even."