A hob asks Ross for advice about sex with humans.
Ross stared at the text on his screen in disbelief.
ventricularPipefitter: And you’re asking me this because…./why/, exactly? plumbDiver: Galefriend Brine pointed me to you.
And before Ross could ask /why/ the hob from his last session would have gotten the idea that he was an authority on interspecies relations—Brine was the only hob he’d ever met, for Frog’s sake!—, the other one posted another message.
plumbDiver: (33:46) plutonianFerment: Try Eberhardt. He hooked up with his human girlfriend during our session. The Founder must have been good, because they were screwing like tree-weasels in heat for most of the session.
…oh.
But the hob who’d contacted him on Ribbit didn’t stop there.
plumbDiver: (33:48) plutonianFerment: Also? Not too xenophobic. plumbDiver: (33:48) plutonianFerment: Eberhardt used to gnash his teeth about his estranged ‘boyfriend’ co-Founder tyrranizing trolls in his IRC. plumbDiver: (33:53) plutonianFerment: He was an *auspistice*.
Oh.
Ross skimmed the Pitspaedia entry on Hob biology one more time. Cloacae. Well. Okay then.
ventricularPipefitter: The most important thing is going to be /communication/. If you two can’t have a conversation about what she (or he?) wants and likes? ventricularPipefitter: Then you two shouldn’t be fucking in the first place.
