Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
I still gotta work on the first round of edits, but here's another interesting section from before I see what the editor has to say. Naveed and Ocean are talking in the ConSuite as Suvi grabs Ocean a plate of munchies.
"Aromantic, huh?" Naveed restarted the conversation.
"I'm glad to have found the term in the asexual community." Ocean chuckled. "Not to say that I'm asexual, just that I don't experience romantic feelings at all really, or at least not like our culture says." Ze smirked. "Our culture can mean so many different things when talking to an immigrant. If you don't mind the question, do you think of yourself as Iranian, American, or Iranian-American?"
"I kinda swim between the three." Naveed popped a piece of watermelon into his mouth. After swallowing, he continued, "I was only six when we immigrated. Sometimes I feel so Iranian based on how too many people react to me, but then I remember how I disappointed my family, not being the perfect Muslim girl." He sighed. "Not that religion is or should be proof of one's culture. So yeah, I'm sure you can guess that I'm not close to my family; I was thrown out as a sick sixteen year old who they had simply given up on."
"You make me want to take you home."
Naveed brushed his fingers over his chair's wheels. "To meet your parents?" he joked.
"Well my mom, but nothing much at my home looks close to norms." Quick save.
"That sounds nice, if people are free to be themselves."
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