It hadn't been too hard to keep up his new found nudist habits on the ship. Really, all he had to do was stay more or less in his room, give his roommate an extraordinarily wide berth to avoid being turned into grape juice -- still a prominent fear of his -- and feed himself when less people were in the cafeteria rather than more. It had worked out pretty well so far, no one had yet pinned him down and demanded he get back into his uniform.
But Yossarian had, eventually, gotten cabin fever. It was that that had lead him on a midday stroll through the ship, figuring he'd been here long enough by now and probably ought to explore the place. It had been that line of thought that had led the bombardier -- though he was hardly that anymore, was he? And thank god, too -- to the garden
( ... )
"Not that I'm aware of, no," replied Palpatine, eyes still closed. There was something familiar about that question... oh yes, someone had been asking if anyone had died from roommate-crushing.
He politely raised himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, and finally opened his eyes. He gasped at the sight of the man before him. "Oh! You're... naked." Yes, he excelled at stating the obvious! "What happened to your clothes?"
It took some effort to keep his gaze away from certain areas that weren't polite to stare at. Looking at his face, he found that it was the same man he'd conversed with on the message board.
"Oh." Yossarian seemed almost disappointed with the answer. "Well, good." He thought on this new information with a frown, coming to a stop near Palpatine. He started thoughtfully at nothing for a few seconds, scratched the back of his head, and finally broke into a wide smile.
"That's good!" he announced, and only then did he seem to hear Palpatine's question. He directed his gaze downward for confirmation, then nodded. "Yeah. I took them off."
And with that explanation he seated himself, wiggled for comfort, and seemed perfectly content to invade the older man's meditation period with his presence.
Palpatine should have picked up on the disappointment in his first answer, and been curious about it, but his Force perceptions tended to lessen when his mind was on other things.
Like the fact that this man was naked. And sitting next to him. And...very naked, yes.
He rose to a sitting position himself, turning towards Yossarian. The blanket he liked to spread here was actually large enough to have a picnic on (if only meals were allowed outside the cafeteria), so it accommodated the two men easily. "Did you...find them too restricting?" he asked, trying not to glance down. MUST. NOT. LOOK. THERE... well, perhaps just a quick peek...
Comments 25
But Yossarian had, eventually, gotten cabin fever. It was that that had lead him on a midday stroll through the ship, figuring he'd been here long enough by now and probably ought to explore the place. It had been that line of thought that had led the bombardier -- though he was hardly that anymore, was he? And thank god, too -- to the garden ( ... )
Reply
He politely raised himself so that he was propped up on his elbows, and finally opened his eyes. He gasped at the sight of the man before him. "Oh! You're... naked." Yes, he excelled at stating the obvious! "What happened to your clothes?"
It took some effort to keep his gaze away from certain areas that weren't polite to stare at. Looking at his face, he found that it was the same man he'd conversed with on the message board.
Reply
"That's good!" he announced, and only then did he seem to hear Palpatine's question. He directed his gaze downward for confirmation, then nodded. "Yeah. I took them off."
And with that explanation he seated himself, wiggled for comfort, and seemed perfectly content to invade the older man's meditation period with his presence.
Reply
Like the fact that this man was naked. And sitting next to him. And...very naked, yes.
He rose to a sitting position himself, turning towards Yossarian. The blanket he liked to spread here was actually large enough to have a picnic on (if only meals were allowed outside the cafeteria), so it accommodated the two men easily. "Did you...find them too restricting?" he asked, trying not to glance down. MUST. NOT. LOOK. THERE... well, perhaps just a quick peek...
Reply
Leave a comment