Human Sean has invited me to drink with him, and to talk about his woes. After a few bottles he spilled what’s been on his mind. “my friend is three-timing”. I was shocked, I learned that humans were monogamous, of course falling in love with another is not all that surprising, but three?! In that moment I asked “do their partners knows about this?” Sean finished the bottle a new bottle before answering.”they do, and they confessed that that have a relation with the other two”. Confused I’ve asked if he could clarify. He responded that his friend and his three partners were all dating each other. I was flabbergasted, Sean offered me another bottle. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Humans are not always monogamous and lots of them have not been throughout history. Happy polycules exist]
Human Sean was not in a good mood. This was evidenced by his stationary attitude that only needed a small raincloud over his head to communicate the depression. As it was, the bottle was not a good sign. Human Sean did not usually over-indulge in alcohol nor sit that still for so long that the local Skitties took up perches on him.
Naturally, as one of the designated Human Companions, it was my job to ensure Human Sean's mental health... but I was also having concerns for him. Human pack-bonding is disturbingly infectious. "There is a problem? May I help?"
Human Sean noticed me and gestured to a chair. "Eh. I found out Max is three-timing Pol." He looked glum. This had to be bad news, but I was also unfamiliar with the term.
"Three. Timing?"
"Its like two-timing, only there's another spare," Sean swallowed the contents of his glass and poured another. "Pol knew about Laz, and they were good friends, but now I find out Max is also playing around with Zin."
I tried the chief question. "Are they all happy?"
"I mean... I guess? I just finished talking to Zin about it all and... it is so complicated. Pol, Laz, and Zin are all more than good friends, so when Max is keeping one of 'em company -so to speak- the other two are sharing quality time with each other. It's madness."
"Indeed," I said, "They could all have much larger quarters if they cohabited together."
"That's where it gets complicated. Max loves thinking that none of their bedmates know about the other. The other three know this and are faking ignorance while Max plays merry-go-round according to their mood at the time. I dunno how they stand it." Sean offered me some of his beverage.
"No thanks. It is toxic to my kind."
Sean drank and poured again. "Keep forgetting that. Sorry." He sighed. "It gets worse."
"How," I asked, knowing that the Universe hated people asking these kinds of questions, "can it possibly get worse?"
"Max is territorial and I think I've fallen in love with Pol."
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