[ Zuko's been on the fence for a short while on approaching his roommate for... advice, he supposed, but it didn't feel quite like he wanted advice from Tamaki. That seemed dubious. It's an uncomfortable question to ask, and he's not even sure what he's asking for, exactly. Information? Experience? Opinion? Insight. He wants insight. He's felt conflicted for a few weeks now, and it's only getting more confusing. He knows nothing about this stuff, and Kaoru once implied that Tamaki knows plenty. He figured they all probably do, actually; he had definitely wondered about the twins... before wondering about himself, that is. And Tamaki is far more, uh, approachable for sensitive issues... Zuko at least knew not to expect any mocking jokes or jabs from the blonde, at least. Not that that left him much more comfortable, really. He's no idea what to expect. But it's better to breech an awkward topic with someone more experienced than he is, than to keep suffering by wondering on his own.
He's been lying in his bed, bedroom door open with view into the living room, deep in thought. He'd noticed Tamaki plop down on his regal white chaise longue a while ago, the other prince looking natural in his spot as usual. It took Zuko some time to work up the nerve, not wanting to ambush his roommate right as he'd sat down to relax, obviously. But after a while of thought, some silent mental rehearsing with no guidance but instinct, he figures today's the day to ask. He steps out into the living room a bit cautiously, nodding to the other with a little wave as he walks up. As he'd planned. ]
Hey!
[ He sits on the edge of another fancy couch beside the chaise longue, visibly tense. It takes him pause before he opens up the conversation he's finally built up the chutzpah to open. He makes good effort to keep eye contact to show his sincerity and connect and all, but really, already he feels his stomach sinking. ]
Are you free? Can I, uh— Can I talk to you? About something kind of, um... personal?
backdated to ??? idr, ~*~the past~*~
He's been lying in his bed, bedroom door open with view into the living room, deep in thought. He'd noticed Tamaki plop down on his regal white chaise longue a while ago, the other prince looking natural in his spot as usual. It took Zuko some time to work up the nerve, not wanting to ambush his roommate right as he'd sat down to relax, obviously. But after a while of thought, some silent mental rehearsing with no guidance but instinct, he figures today's the day to ask. He steps out into the living room a bit cautiously, nodding to the other with a little wave as he walks up. As he'd planned. ]
Hey!
[ He sits on the edge of another fancy couch beside the chaise longue, visibly tense. It takes him pause before he opens up the conversation he's finally built up the chutzpah to open. He makes good effort to keep eye contact to show his sincerity and connect and all, but really, already he feels his stomach sinking. ]
Are you free? Can I, uh— Can I talk to you? About something kind of, um... personal?