Wapun Meadow You're my discretional sin

Indra recoiled from him and Tambourine slowly backed away from her, his raging hormones not so in control of him that he couldn't mind his basic manners. His attention swung right back to Laurel as she laid out the strangest of requirements. Her request was so baffling that it once more yanked him out of the moment entirely.

"Wait, what?" he asked, wondering if he's somehow misheard or misunderstood. It wasn't that he found it offensive or even that off-putting, just extremely strange and unexpected, bordering on absurd. "Why?" Tambourine blinked, face scrunching. "Doesn't gay mean I like dudes? I'm not gay." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, considering he was standing here desperate to put his D: disc in a V: drive.