This is not what she wanted. Presumably there is some great sin in her past which she is making up for. What little bit of her psyche is not desperately trying to unsee what she has just seen is suggesting that said great sin is "befriending Jay Zimin."
The amount of shrieking and babbling behind her indicates that it's probably not safe to turn around yet, but Ammond is not sure she ever wants to turn around again anyway so that's probably ok. "I do not understand what could possibly have been so pressing that you guys couldn't make it across the lawnring to his hive," she mutters into her hands, fully aware that her ears are probably bright yellow right to the tips. "It's right there, and it's not like you've got drones on you or anything."
"You couldn't have knocked, darling?" Jay demands from somewhere behind her, the first half-way coherent thing she's heard from either of them.
"It's my hive," she snaps in reply. "I don't knock when walking into my leisureblock."
She chances a look over her shoulder out of what has to be the worst kind of morbid curiosity, and is greeted by the sight of Dist desperately fishing for something which, apparently, has fallen over the back of the couch. Judging by the view, that something is his pants. Ammond briefly considers telekinetically retrieving the garment for him, and then decides that she has no particular interest in lifting the most metaphorical of fingers to preserve his dignity.
"Like, not even in the ablution chamber?" she adds, once again from the relative safety of her cupped hands. "Somewhere where anyone walking in wouldn't run into you? I could understand having sex in someone else's ablution chamber. Or, like, couldn't object to it without being a total hypocrite."
"Did she just -" Dist begins, sotto voice, and is cut off by an equally hushed, "I don't think I want to know," from Jay.
There's a long moment punctuated by muffled rustling and cursing from behind her, and then Jay speaks up again: "Ammond, is there a reason you're still standing there?"
"It's my hive," Ammond repeats, noting with some detachment the note of near-hysteria in her voice. "And can you really swear you guys won't just pick up where you left off if I leave?"
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The amount of shrieking and babbling behind her indicates that it's probably not safe to turn around yet, but Ammond is not sure she ever wants to turn around again anyway so that's probably ok. "I do not understand what could possibly have been so pressing that you guys couldn't make it across the lawnring to his hive," she mutters into her hands, fully aware that her ears are probably bright yellow right to the tips. "It's right there, and it's not like you've got drones on you or anything."
"You couldn't have knocked, darling?" Jay demands from somewhere behind her, the first half-way coherent thing she's heard from either of them.
"It's my hive," she snaps in reply. "I don't knock when walking into my leisureblock."
She chances a look over her shoulder out of what has to be the worst kind of morbid curiosity, and is greeted by the sight of Dist desperately fishing for something which, apparently, has fallen over the back of the couch. Judging by the view, that something is his pants. Ammond briefly considers telekinetically retrieving the garment for him, and then decides that she has no particular interest in lifting the most metaphorical of fingers to preserve his dignity.
"Like, not even in the ablution chamber?" she adds, once again from the relative safety of her cupped hands. "Somewhere where anyone walking in wouldn't run into you? I could understand having sex in someone else's ablution chamber. Or, like, couldn't object to it without being a total hypocrite."
"Did she just -" Dist begins, sotto voice, and is cut off by an equally hushed, "I don't think I want to know," from Jay.
There's a long moment punctuated by muffled rustling and cursing from behind her, and then Jay speaks up again: "Ammond, is there a reason you're still standing there?"
"It's my hive," Ammond repeats, noting with some detachment the note of near-hysteria in her voice. "And can you really swear you guys won't just pick up where you left off if I leave?"