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[iwasmore]

Noah existed in the grocery store, which didn't make much sense seeing as he couldn't eat. Sometimes he bought food for the ducks, or a surprise snack for Krem, but beyond that the grocery store was a useless place for him to visit. He felt the pull of a friend nearby, and maybe that had brought him there. He started searching the aisles, but got distracted by a display for Oreos - he missed Oreos - and nearly ran, bodily, right into someone. "Sorry!"

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[formicine]

She smiles thoughtfully, and thinks about how quickly she'd found herself entirely wrapped up, life lit up by her raven boys -- obsessed, Orla had said dismissively, and it isn't untrue, in some ways -- and glances at Noah.

She hadn't known him more than a handful of weeks when she'd been determinedly moving his body back to the leyline so he could be himself again. She hasn't known any of them a whole year, yet, but she can't imagine her life without them.

"It's true," she says, and picks up an orange. "Lots of things just happen, I guess."

Blue laughs at Noah's expression and the way he leans forward, giving him a bemused look. "Yeah," she says, "Like that." She tilts her head, curious about why he's so interested. "I mean, there are a lot of transgender people who are men or women. Some just aren't. I guess it's all tied up together, though. I mean, it all goes back to the idea that your body parts and you are different things."

Somehow that seems like it makes more sense, saying to Noah.

[iwasmore]

"Hmmm." Noah thinks about that, and how it applies to Krem. Krem hasn't gone too in depth with Noah, really, about his experience being transgender. He's mentioned a few things, and Noah thinks he has a fair enough idea of it, but he's sure there's so much more to learn. He doesn't want to push Krem to talk about it until he wants or needs to, though.

"I guess that's me. Pansexual," he says, trying the word out. It still sounds odd to him, but he supposes he'll get used to it.