Nicanor Perez Soto (nahual_nic) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-12-18 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | linc, lincoln, nic, nicanor |
Sunday November 17th 2019
Who: Nic and Linc
What: Linc needs to freak out a little bit
Where: Nic's apartment
When: Sunday morning
Rating: PG 13
Lincoln was livid. Not only had he woken up to find he had breasts and a fucking questionable wardrobe but Nicanor not realise who he was by speaking to him. Maybe his voice was too feminine but the manner in which he spoke should have been obvious right? .... maybe.... It didn't take long for him to come out of his apartment and through to knock angrily on Nic's, though the force in which he knocked was frustratingly lighter than he wanted due to the delicate wrists and natural way he rapped. Fucking bad dream, this had to be a bad dream.... How else could he look like a raven haired sex kitten?
Nic was pacing throughout his apartment, working himself into a panic. There was a woman coming over, a very angry one, and he had no idea who she was. Her voice was completely unfamiliar to him, though from the sound of her she was very familiar with him and felt that he ought to be likewise with her. He was hoping against hope that her scent would tell him who she was, because if it didn't, he didn't know what he was going to do. She hadn't told him her name, and seemed offended that he'd felt as though he had to ask. Horrible, impossible scenarios were whirring through his mind as he waited, and the lycan's heart nearly leapt from its place in his chest when the knock on the door came.
Opening it, Nic saw the woman on the other side and his fears were confirmed- he had no idea who she was. Her face was totally unfamiliar to him.
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When Nic opened the door it was a disappointment. Lincoln didn't know what he'd expected, certainly not for him to recognise him but something, so in a huff Linc immediately pushed past Nic with a growl and a dark glare of his new cat-like eyes. "Really, Nic? Really? After all these years you still have no clue? This is stupid. This is ridiculous. Rid-Nic-ulous! Ha.... get me a drink would you?" And he threw himself down onto the sofa, forgetting that certain parts of him would, perhaps, bounce.
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Years? He had known this woman for years?? Putting a hand on his chest to try to keep his thudding heart in place. Nic closed the door, taking a breath before turning to the angry woman glaring at him from the couch. He didn't know how to tell her. How could he tell her? He didn't know her at all.
But, then, a familiar scent drifted by his nose, and Nic was filled for a moment with relief. And then anger. He could smell Lincoln, which meant he was nearby. Which probably meant that this was some elaborate and horrible joke. "Where is he?" Nic demanded, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down the woman in his living room.
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Lincoln wanted a cigarette. He looked around for one nearby, not wanting to move and - wiggle. He didn't like the feel of the way he moved, he certainly wasn't used to the notion of things moving on his chest that he normally liked to covet. It was weird, and he also didn't want NIc looking at him. But looking at him he was, and he didn't seem too pleased.
"Where's who?" replied Linc angrily. "The pope? In his castle. Drink?"
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With a low growl, Nic stepped closer. "Lincoln," he said gruffly. "Don't try to deny it because I can smell him. You get him here, and you tell him that this is not funny. At all."
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Unable to take it any more Lincoln stood, wobbly bits and all, staring Nicanor defiantly in the face. He didn't know who he was, even smelling him, he had no clue. He thought this was a prank.... something Lincoln was quite tempted to carry on with but he was more eager to get out of this femme suit. "I AM Lincoln, you stupid dog."
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Nearly barking at the sudden confrontation, Nic curled his hands into fists. "Don't EVER call me a dog again you fucking-" But then he paused, the sudden realization of the moment slapping him hard in the face. Lincoln was the only one who did call him a dog, and only when he was really angry or upset. And being in close proximity to this stranger, Nic could smell nothing but his friend. No other scent. Which meant she either didn't have one, or...
"You... but you're... what happened to you?" he asked, incredulous.
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Finally! Lincoln threw his hands up into the air in dismay or relief, both probably, and then put them into his immaculate hair. "I don't know!" He was horrified to hear himself squeak at the end. He was normally so butch, so deep, and now he was a delectable female. "I went to bed drunk and woke up with a vagina, that's not meant to happen! This stupid fucking place happened again, I don't.... how can I see anyone like this? THIS? With these..." He pointed to his generous breasts, "or this?" and his behind. "Merry can't see me like this! Hell you can't... I know your wandering eyes..."
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Nic was taking a chance to look Linc over, but not to admire his new form. In total confusion. There was no way that Nic would have ever guessed that this woman, this lovely and sweet looking girl, was his gruffy and irritating friend. It was just impossible. Lincoln was going to poison this form.
Narrowing his eyes, Nic frowned. "Don't be so flattering to yourself," he said flatly. "You are pretty, yes, but your personality makes that very easy to overlook."
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Truth be told if he was a woman it wouldn't be this form he'd want to take. He would like something a little bit stronger, chunkier, with muscles and a penchant for a leather wardrobe - certainly not someone who looked like they'd just walked out of a 50s boutique.
"I'm sure you'd fit into this body wonderfully," Lincoln scathed then winced and shook his hands. "No - not - not THAT way - not your penis in this.... NO.... goddamnit do I have a female mind too? All I can think about is how cute you look with your hair ruffled with the just got out of bed look and I think I'm on the menopause or something."
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The very last thing Nic would ever want to hear from Linc, regardless of the mouth it was coming from, was how cute he looked or how well he would fit inside anything. Making a face, Nic stepped away from Lincoln. "Don't ever say that again," he grunted. "I think we both need a drink now." Heading off into the kitchen, Nic went right for the cabinet where the liquor was kept. Maybe it was before ten in the morning on a Sunday, but the occasion called for it.
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In a very dramatic display Lincoln threw himself onto the sofa, his body not making even half as much impact on the cushions as usual. He was not comfortable. He'd have to change into some man clothes. While Nicanor was getting the drinks Lincoln took his chance to slip to the lycan's bedroom, rummaging around for a long shirt so that he might be able to slip into something so much much more comfortable.
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Nic poured them both some scotches into coffee mugs, drank some for himself and then poured another. It was going to be a long day today.
Grabbing both mugs, Nic went back to the living room, and frowned at Linc not being there. "Hey!" he shouted toward the bedroom. "What are you doing?? Don't get your smell on my clothing!"
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"Would you rather I wiggle my tits in your direction?" was the response Nic got. Something Lincoln believed that Nic would not want whatsoever. When Lincoln had found a suitable dress shirt he began the not inconsiderable task of attempting to udnress and remove the many many layers that made him so - immaculate. The bra was the fiddliest thing, uncomfortable and digging into his sides. He had a little bit of sympathy for women and these cages and the moment he felt the bra ping loose he sighed in relief.
When he arrived back in the living room he was wearing Nic's longest t-shirt, which came just to his thighs. The drink was taken eagerly. "Thank fuck for scotch."
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Nic was already on the couch when Linc came in to sit down, sipping his scotch and trying to make himself wake up from this nightmare. And Linc coming in and standing there looking like he and Nic had just spent the night together, the lycan almost choked on his drink. Coughing, Nic hurriedly wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Are you wearing anything under that?!" he asked, eyes wide.
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There was a good sip of scotch before Lincoln considered answering, a small smirk gracing his painted lips. "I could show you," teased Linc, enjoying the look of horror on Nic's face. It wasn't entirely horror or disgust, he thought, more worried that an attractive woman was wearing his t-shirt and speaking like his best friend. "I think I'm very bendy..."
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"NO" was the firm and immediate reply. "You can keep that shirt. I don't like it anyway." Actually it was his favorite, the one he had worn so much that it fit him perfectly. But if Lincoln was naked under there, he didn't want it back. It might be a young woman's breasts making the fabric on it strain, but it would still smell like his best friend for a long, long time.
"You seem to like being a woman," Nic pointed out before taking another sip of his drink and allowing himself another look at Lincoln's female form. "It suits you."
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The remark earned a glare from Lincoln as he finished another drink. He most certainly did not like being a woman. THough he'd thought being a woman would feel like they were about to snap at any moment with thin bones and gentle limbs, he now realised that there was some strength to him. Just not as much as he'd like. When he walked he didn't stomp, when he turned he felt light. The air moved around him in a weird way and he wasn't used to the weight on the front of him. "I make a terrible woman. Only an hour in this thing and I already know that."
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Reaching beneath the couch, Nic felt around for the pack of cigarettes he stashed beneath there, and smiled when his fingers finally brushed it. Pulling it out, he immediately stuck one in his mouth then offered the pack to Linc while he flicked on the lighter. "So... tell me what happened," he said on the exhale, the smoke instantly soothing him. Cancer was well worth it. "You went to sleep last night and woke up like this?"
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After sparking up his own cigarette Lincoln chuckled, blowing smoke elegantly from his nose. It appeared he wasn't able to help the manner in which he exhaled. "Well, Oprah, since a young age I've always known one day I'd be sitting on a friend's couch, wearing his clothes, drinking his alcohol, and be the subject of an unwanted sex change that the Gender Fairy delivered to the wrong person."
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Despite Linc's eternal and annoying snarkiness, Nic somehow found the strength not to slug him. Possibly because he was a woman now, and it wasn't polite to hit women. "I see," Nic snorted at him, taking another slow drag. "So it is safe to say that you have been wanting this your whole life. That explains a lot about you, actually. Like why you're never happy, why you do everything you can to stay unhappy..." With a growing smirk, and an escaped chuckle, Nic nudged his friend in the shoulder. "You've been angry for so long because you have always wanted to be a woman!"
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Lincoln glared at his friend with narrowed eyes which appeared to slant in a very feline way, glinting in mischief. "Of course. That's why I've been dreaming about Meredith in the shower.... on the bed, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the sofa...." Frustrated he sighed and leant back against the cushions, not realising the shirt was dangerously close to riding up. "How am I meant to see her like this?"
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If Linc was going to insist on not wearing pants, then Nic wasn't going to sit next to him. Getting up from the couch, Nic paced slowly in front of the sofa, blowing smoke rings and doing his best not to mock his best friend. It was getting harder each moment.
"Lincoln," he said finally, "you know that you're really very stupid. Why do you always think things that are not problems are actually very big problems? Strange things like this happen sometimes. They have happened before, and they will again in the future. Remember when you were a vampire? That didn't last forever. And this won't either." Now facing Linc, Nic sent him with a hard gaze, cigarette pointed at him for emphasis. "If Meredith can't handle seeing you like this then she is lousy and is not worth you anyway. And if you can't let her see you like this, then you are lousy and don't deserve her. So for one time, stop ruining yourself with stupid reasons, okay?"
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So touching. As Nic spoke Lincoln looked misty-eyed, trying to mask that he was doing this on purpose by attempting some manly clearing of the throat. Dear Nicanor was being exactly the best friend Lincoln needed, despite the new curves stretching his favourite shirt. "You really think she'd not be worth me if she didn't love me this way?" he cooed, in his newly feminine voice
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With a small sigh, and a softened expression, Nic knelt before his friend and took a hand in his. As irritating as Linc could often be, right now he was probably scared, and unsure, and he needed someone to put up with his difficulties to make him feel safe. It was all he'd ever needed. "Of course," Nic assured his friend. It was easier to be reassuring when Linc looked like this. "You too much think that you're worth less than everybody else, and it isn't true. You can be a good person and you should have someone who will give as much as you will. And you would still care about her even if she was a man, wouldn't you?
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Maybe it was his newly feminine ways but the manner in which Nic knelt at his curvy legs, taking an elegant hand in his, warm and gentle and large, and those deep brown eyes that had so shown comfort and kindness... Linc quite forgot that he was meant to be joking and his mistiness became real. Even when Nic posed a difficult question, Lincoln couldn't scoff or throw it away. Nicanor was beautiful. Did women really think like this? "Yes," he admitted quietly. "I would still care for her whatever she was."
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Maybe Linc should have been changed like this many years ago. He was actually listening, and he was somewhat pleasant to talk to. "You need to have faith in her," Nic said with a nod, as though this were the final word on the matter. "And also you need some pants." Patting Linc on the knee, Nic rose to his feet and made his way toward the bedroom. "I will make you breakfast," he called, "and then we will see if anyone else has this problem, okay? Don't worry too much about it."
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Linc's eyes followed Nicanor wherever he went, scanning the little Mexican with a new perspective. Mainly the way his back curved into his ass. This wasn't right. He needed to get out of this body. "You don't need to make me breakfast... pancakes please," he asked gently, getting up and immediately following him to the kitchen. He wanted company. Odd. "I hope they do. I don't wanna have to come up with a fake name or cover story."
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First, pants for his friend. Those legs were a little too pleasing to be looking at right now. So he came out of his bedroom with his track pants slung over his arm, and he placed them onto the counter before gathering the bowls and spoons and the pancake mix. "I'm sure that even if you are alone in this, you won't have to go through all that crap. We'll just need to find the person to fix this." Giving Linc a quick glance, Nic took the eggs from the fridge and set them beside the stove. "Those pants all right?" he asked, prodding gently in the hopes that Linc would put them on.
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Leaning almost coyly against the doorframe Lincoln started to play with his hair. He was curious as to how soft it was and gently pulled out the ringlets so they fell down over his shoulders. So his hair was long now - very long - he didn't like it. But he also couldn't stop playing with it. "Huh? Oh yeah those are fine, thanks," he said, not really listening or realising the pants were there until he felt a draft. It was strange picking up something that would normally be snug and too small, then slipping into it so delicately and have it dwarf him. Nic's penis had been in these pants. Gross. but comfortable.
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At least Linc was starting to cover up, although having him wearing Nic's clothing wasn't making things much better. Linc looked... well he looked pretty. In fact he looked sexy, standing there in Nic's clothing, playing with his hair.
"Will you stop that?" Nic finally snaped irritably, as he lit the burner to heat up the pan. "Put on a hat or something, you're being... distracting."
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Lincoln jumped when Nicanor snapped at him, almost like the female body had an ingrained thing for men being snappish. Linc's eyes widened and then he stilled, letting the hair fall over his shoulders like waves, bouncing as he heaved a sigh. "I'm just standing here," he shrugged, then he set Nic like the hunter he was. "Wait... do you find me attractive?"
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There was absolutely no good way that an honest answer could go, so Nic decided not to give it. "I find you distracting," he clarified gruffly, measuring and pouring and not looking in Linc's direction right now. "Normally you're quiet and motionless and today you're... You're being all over the place. Fidgeting and shifting and swishing. It's irritating." Stirring the batter, he muttered to himself, "Eres como un gato con llagas en las patas.." Linc wasn't being all that annoying, but Nic couldn't stop noticing everything he was doing, and that was incredibly annoying.
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This was too good! Lincoln was distracting in a good way, he knew it, because Nic did the thing he liked to do when he was being all weird over a girl he liked. Quietly, and when Nic was busy, Licoln sauntered up behind him, placing his mouth near Nic's ear quite casually, peering over his shoulder. "Pensé que no quería hablar de mi pussy?" he said smokily, yet with all the casual air of talking about the weather.
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Too distracted with his own trying not to be distracted, Nic was barely aware that Lincoln was moving about the kitchen. So long as he was out of eyesight, good. The scent hit him before the words, and for a moment Nic wondered why Linc was standing behind him and being in his personal space. The words (and the tickle of the breath that carried them) sent a noticeable chill down Nic's back, and he dropped the stirring spoon into the batter. "Don't DO that!" he shouted, turning to shoo Lincoln away from him. "You are lucky the full has passed and I didn't bite you. Now go away, I'm trying to do things. Your breakfast, chiquita. I'm, I mean, you. Lincoln." Ugh, he was getting tongue tied. It was difficult to yell at the man behind the sweet woman's face.
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The grin that appeared on Lincoln's pretty face was probably that of pure glee and mischief not because he was being naughty and getting a reaction, but that THIS reaction was completely unlike anything he'd seen Nic do. He was showing Lincoln how he was around women. Scared and a little kitty. "Ok, I'm sorry," he drawled, elonging the word at the end like a woman normally did. "This is just kinda weird to get used to you know? New body. New chemicals. You're being nice to me.... do I look like something you dreamed of once?"
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One man's pleasure was another's torture. With a small growl, Nic went back to the pancakes, cursing in Spanish under his breath. He didn't like Linc being in his headspace like this. It wasn't fair.
"No, but you look exactly like a nightmare I had once," he mumbled in response, being honest for the moment. Once, when Nic had wondered what kind of woman he could ever really be with, his subconscious had decided that Lincoln was his perfect match, and it had been kind enough to supply Linc with breasts and pleasing parts to make Nic want to accept this fact. He had not wanted to.
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Lincoldn leant with his back against the counter and glanced over his shoulder somewhat awkwardly at Nic. This was kinda hard to get used to but he'd do it somehow. Women did it. How hard could it be? Unless it was natural to them... slippery females."I think that you're too much of a wuss. Come on, if I weren't me and I was like - some random pretty woman who graced your home needing your help... what would my name be? You know? Give me a backstory, give me like... a destiny."
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With a heavy sigh, and his head drooping slightly in defeat, Nic slowly looked over to Linc, at the way his body was bent, the way a woman's would be when she was trying to entice. Chest thrust out, back arched, hair spilling over her shoulders. 'Suggestive' was hardly enough to describe it.
"Lincoln," he said slowly, brushing mixing powder from his hands, "I know what you are doing. And I know you are enjoying yourself. But I would like you to think about this: When a woman stands that way, and pouts her lips and teases a man, a woman that..." Ugh he really didn't want to admit to this... "That is stunningly beautiful. When she is trying to be noticed, and the man wants to notice her... Things will happen to him. And when those things happen, it will be you, my former best friend, and me, your only friend, standing in a room with things happening. And do you want to be in the room where those things are happening to me?"
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Gently Lincoln shrugged one shoulder, letting his lashes glance down poignantly at Nic then back up to his face. He didn't know why, exactly, but he was feeling minxy. If he was gonna be a woman for the forseeable future he may as well enjoy it with the only tool he had right now. Which was Nic. Plus he was finally getting some damn compliments from him, like he made a stunningly beautiful woman. With the shrug as Nic's only answer Lincoln went on ignoring his pleas.
"I think I'd be called something classic yet different, like Amber. Do you think Amber's a good name for me? Maybe I came to the city wanting to find some big, strapping man to take care of me after an abusive relationship with my hateful hunter lover." He pouted then, then laughed. "It sounds like a bad porno."
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Shaking his head, Nic went back to the breakfast, pouring batter onto the hot pan. "Mm," he said passively, deciding to block out anything Lincoln said now because obviously he was only interested in whatever he was saying. If Linc was going to look like a woman, then Nic could ignore him like he would a babbling woman.
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Damnit Nic was turning to his dinner. While Lincoln's appetite hadn't changed at all, he still wanted to play, so he turned around to lean over the counter, allowing Nic to see how his rather generous breasts hung in his t-shirt, worn as if post-sex. "I'd wear something like J'adore perfume. That's nice stuff. I'd wear six inch heels to make myself as tall as possible. I mean I know I have long legs right now, but.... can I have cinnamon in those?"
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Something about a perfume, J'adore, something Nic recognized because a girl at a bar was named that after her mother's favorite fragrance. A scent that had been sweet, but it would clash terribly with Linc's own scent. "Mm hm," Nic hummed, watching the bubbles form before he flipped them. At the question (which he had heard just fine), Nic nodded a little. "Yeah, those sound pretty," he said vaguely. "Whatever you want."
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Nic's arm was slapped roughly, with some considerable strength because Linc wasn't sure how much he had in this form, with a glare on his face. "Will you stop fighting off your impending erection and talk to me? Jesus no wonder women hate it when men ignore them, may as well just say hey, lady, I'm trying to concentrate on not making a tent in my pants, can you keep it down? But no. You make non committal noises when your best friend is in turmoil wanting to feel like a good woman instead of a freak. Well congratulations, Nic." He teared up then, and took the bottom of Nic's shirt to dab at his eyes, not caring that he bared his stomach and possibly the edges of his breasts. They weren't his anyway.
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Oh, God, he was making Lincoln cry. If this day could have possibly gotten worse, Linc seemed determined to make it so. "Don't... don't do that," he said gently, making a point not to save to memory the glimpse of underboob he caught. "Don't cry. And don't act as though you are a defenseless flower, because you are an asshole, Lincoln. You find it very funny to mock me and treat me like dirt but when I ignore you, suddenly I'm awful and all you want is to feel safe?" He scoffed, quite derisively. "All you want is to play with me like I'm a mouse. You know I'm not a stranger to a woman's body, I could make you quite uncomfortable if I wanted to. But I don't." Scooping up the pancakes, Nic dropped them into a plate and slid it over to his friend. "Because I'm not an asshole."
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Nic was right on a lot of things and normally Linc would skulk, grab the pancakes and leave. But he wasn't quite himself today. "Look I'm trying to figure out how this thing works!" said Lincoln hotly, gesturing up and down himself like it was a machine. "And right now this thing says you're attractive, my best friend, annoying, very cute when you look like that, wonderful, kind, give brilliant hugs and the best hope I have of staying sane and I don't want to be left alone without you. THAT is what my brain is doing, and it's hard enough as it is thinking the first bit than figuring the rest of the shit out, thank you for the pancakes." The end was added on quite genuinely, but not broken from the string of frustrated babble he'd just spouted. In fact the moment he took a bite of the pancakes he groaned in appreciation. "I do this over burgers not fucking flour. Boobs are evil!"
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Only half of whatever Linc was spouting got absorbed into Nic's brain, but the general gist of it was that he had gone crazy. Nic sighed. Why couldn't Linc become one of those girls that did whiskey shooters, like he had known in Texas?
"I'm sorry that I ignored you," he said quietly, pouring out the next batch of pancakes. "I don't mean to make you feel uneasy, or that you can't trust me. I'm sure that this is not easy for you to be handling."
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Given a month or two Lincoln would probably be doing shots and riding mechanical bulls but when he was battling the female side of his brain which had laid dormant his entire life, he was not finding it easy. "I'm sorry that I'm shoving my tits in your face," he admitted with a sigh, doing the most Lincoln thing by shovelling the pancakes into his mouth all in one go just so he didn't have to speak. They really did taste great but he was forgoing pleasure of taste to force himself into quiet for several moments.
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With a small smirk, Nic said only "Apology accepted." Truth be told, he hadn't minded the visuals so far, he just minded who they were coming from. He let Linc have his quiet, because there was probably a lot on the other man's mind. After all, there was a possibility that he was stuck this way, and that was terrifying.
Once all the pancakes were cooked, Nic dumped everything into the sink and grabbed the plate stacked with breakfast, and carried it toward the living room. "Your name would be Elaine," he said after a little while. "But you would hate it and call yourself Layla. You know, like that song. And you'd live in New York and want to be a singer."
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While Linc was quiet his thoughts were churning more than usual. The thought that Meredith would possibly need to live with him like this was not only terrible but terrifying. He was still working up to giving them a chance, a real chance, and taking the plunge. Now he didn't know if he'd have the opportunity as himself again, and he wasn't ready to think of any possible - lesbian compromises.
He followed Nic into the kitchen because that's where the food and safety was going. With a surprised look at Nic's story, because Linc totally forgot he'd tried that, the hunter then laughed as he sat down on the sofa. "Elaine," he repeated. "Yeah my Mom probably named me after her grandma. And New York is kind to me but I love the country still, the quiet. I got a good voice, but I'm not the best. I use my hips mainly cause hello, I'm hot.."