"Best word I've got, really. He's got other girls, I can have other guys if I want, I suppose. Most people normally consider boyfriend and girlfriend synonymous with exclusive. We aren't," she stated, tone firm. The idea of being tied down at this point in their lives was fairly repugnant to both of them.
"The only stipulation in our relationship is a matter of dibs. If I'm debating a night out with someone and he calls and says he wants to go out, he gets priority. Same goes for me if I tell him I wanna do something with him," she explained with a slight shrug. "Unless of course we're already out or in the middle of something."
"Some months ago he asked me if I'd be his girlfriend and I said sure. I mean why not? We get along, we vibe, he's stupidly good-looking and a half-demon, which is about as close to home as I can get."
"Sorry," she said as she paused, frowning slightly and cocking her head to the side. "Sometimes I forget that people are a lot more hung up on proper gender roles and stuff. If its a problem, I'll back off. I don't really understand, but I try to respect when other people are uncomfortable with me. Mostly. Humans tend to be particularly skittish about that crap. I spend more time with demons back home, and they're pretty open about these things."
She coughed, cleared her throat and laughed softly.
"Or I mean, if you think its weird or I'm lyin', I can always call him. Chances are pretty decent he's got himself shacked up with someone right now. He moves around way more than I do. Aside from flirting, carousing and one other date I've never actually done anything. I'm pretty much surrounded by stuffy prudes and emotionally stunted boys," Roze grunted irritably.
"Dante gets all the game because all the chicks wanna be with him. At this point I'm just kind of the safety zone he can always go back to. Sorta makes me the lame duck here, but its whatever. I said yes and stand by it. 'Least 'til he dumps me," she trailed off, having gone from enthusiastic humor to frustration right into uncertain and disappointed resignation. She'd volunteered as much information as she could, but usually when someone said "Boyfriend?" what they were really saying was "Not interested".
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"The only stipulation in our relationship is a matter of dibs. If I'm debating a night out with someone and he calls and says he wants to go out, he gets priority. Same goes for me if I tell him I wanna do something with him," she explained with a slight shrug. "Unless of course we're already out or in the middle of something."
"Some months ago he asked me if I'd be his girlfriend and I said sure. I mean why not? We get along, we vibe, he's stupidly good-looking and a half-demon, which is about as close to home as I can get."
"Sorry," she said as she paused, frowning slightly and cocking her head to the side. "Sometimes I forget that people are a lot more hung up on proper gender roles and stuff. If its a problem, I'll back off. I don't really understand, but I try to respect when other people are uncomfortable with me. Mostly. Humans tend to be particularly skittish about that crap. I spend more time with demons back home, and they're pretty open about these things."
She coughed, cleared her throat and laughed softly.
"Or I mean, if you think its weird or I'm lyin', I can always call him. Chances are pretty decent he's got himself shacked up with someone right now. He moves around way more than I do. Aside from flirting, carousing and one other date I've never actually done anything. I'm pretty much surrounded by stuffy prudes and emotionally stunted boys," Roze grunted irritably.
"Dante gets all the game because all the chicks wanna be with him. At this point I'm just kind of the safety zone he can always go back to. Sorta makes me the lame duck here, but its whatever. I said yes and stand by it. 'Least 'til he dumps me," she trailed off, having gone from enthusiastic humor to frustration right into uncertain and disappointed resignation. She'd volunteered as much information as she could, but usually when someone said "Boyfriend?" what they were really saying was "Not interested".