Iggy's so ridiculously comfortable with physical contact that he sometimes has to remind himself to ask if it's okay. But Teddy hugs back so tight that he thinks he'll be alright in just surprising them with affection in the future.
"Really?" he asks. "That's so cute, though! Have you had many girlfriends? Boyfriends? Anythings?" He just loves romance stories.
Iggy primps his hair and grins. "I'd be dazzling," he agrees. "Even in boy drag. Gosh, what a time to be alive." He looks around. "Well. We got stuck a little further back, I guess. I'll find something appropriately slutty for parties, I'm sure."
His smile becomes a little more defensive. It's not that he consciously expects Teddy to suddenly turn on him or make fun of him, but historically talking about his family's religion has resulted in people either thinking he's a weirdo or a fake. Sometimes other people raised in Evangelical Christian sects have accused him of devil worship.
"Uhm," he starts. "We're Spiritualists." A nervous glance. "I don't know if you know what that one is, I guess it's kinda... niche. Uhm. But we did a lot of healing prayer, which it sounds like you're used to. Less important stuff too - for people to get jobs, find love, whatever." He skirting around the big thing that sets Spiritualism apart from other religions until he knows if Teddy is going to react poorly.
Iggy looks half impressed and half queasy. "I've never even seen a gun," he admits. "Damn. That's so butch."
He shakes his head. "That's not depressing. Things die. And I think you've really nailed it, like that's very much the vibe." He chews his lower lip a little. "I wonder if people hopscotch between them depending on what they need or if they adopt one if it matches up with a career or something. You know, it's all very strange to us but it's kinda neat?"
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"Really?" he asks. "That's so cute, though! Have you had many girlfriends? Boyfriends? Anythings?" He just loves romance stories.
Iggy primps his hair and grins. "I'd be dazzling," he agrees. "Even in boy drag. Gosh, what a time to be alive." He looks around. "Well. We got stuck a little further back, I guess. I'll find something appropriately slutty for parties, I'm sure."
His smile becomes a little more defensive. It's not that he consciously expects Teddy to suddenly turn on him or make fun of him, but historically talking about his family's religion has resulted in people either thinking he's a weirdo or a fake. Sometimes other people raised in Evangelical Christian sects have accused him of devil worship.
"Uhm," he starts. "We're Spiritualists." A nervous glance. "I don't know if you know what that one is, I guess it's kinda... niche. Uhm. But we did a lot of healing prayer, which it sounds like you're used to. Less important stuff too - for people to get jobs, find love, whatever." He skirting around the big thing that sets Spiritualism apart from other religions until he knows if Teddy is going to react poorly.
Iggy looks half impressed and half queasy. "I've never even seen a gun," he admits. "Damn. That's so butch."
He shakes his head. "That's not depressing. Things die. And I think you've really nailed it, like that's very much the vibe." He chews his lower lip a little. "I wonder if people hopscotch between them depending on what they need or if they adopt one if it matches up with a career or something. You know, it's all very strange to us but it's kinda neat?"