RaphMazinates 5
"... Mister Loew sweetened my coffee today," I said, while I filled soup into into my roommates bowl. He looked up from his book for a moment, then he sighed: "My condolences, but I am almost certain you made him do it" Pulling a bit of a face, I filled my own bowl: "Just because he doesn't want to admit that he wants my ass, it's not really my fault" His eyes not leaving the page he's on, he grabs the spoon and sips carefully: "Not everyone is as comfortable with their own perceived sexuality as you are" "Well, that's not my problem, is it?," I said, just kind of wanting a reaction. He huffed: "It is, if you don't want your coffee overly sweet" "You shorten all conversations to the barest minimum and lays out plans as simple as possible," I said and pointed at him with a spoon. "Yes, because I can do that with you. I wouldn't do the same with mister Loew," he said, not impressed by spoon or words. "Awwwww, so you prefer me over hiiiiim" And he actually paused for a moment, as if he had to think about it. Then he shrugged and said: "Not always. But it's nice not to have to second guess what you say" "He wouldn't have wanted you anyway", I grumbled. And he shrugged: "He has... 'your ass', that might be enough for certain things" "I don't think so. So I think I should push him a little in the right direction," because it was a bit of a precarious situation. Even if his dick was great. After half a minute of pause, I hard: "... so?" "What?," I asked, because he always seemed like he didn't listen anyway. "What are you going to do?" Oh. Well. "I'll have a threesome with him and a very lovely lady that also seems to be looking for someone. I think they's fit well together. Besides: They are both adventurous and might like a threesome!" Raphael turned a page. Then said: "Are you sure you are the best person to give relationship advice?" "... are you calling me out? In my own house?" "It's Mister Loew's house. And I merely observed you do not seem to maintain relationships yourself" "I can judge sexual chemistry, it's important," I frowned. He sighed again: "Sure" And then he stood up: "Thanks for the meal, I'll wash the dishes in half an hour," and with that, he trotted off. ... I'd show him that I WAS the best person to ask
