Library, Wednesday

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Peridot was an actual, literal gemstone with a hard-light projection for a body. Whatever was happening on the island this week, she was not only immune by virtue of being an inorganic object, she was also immune by virtue of finding everything involved with organic reproduction to be seriously icky.

Not that she knew what was going on, really. Some dogs had behaved a little too enthusiastically in class today. People were cranky on the radio. And there was a gremlin in the library attempting to convince her to run away with him and live in the sewers and cracks in the walls forever.

She was going to have to take a pass on that, but she appreciated the offer.

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For a fleeting second, Sidon had considered denying it and trying to act like everything was fine, but there were two major points against that idea. One was that he didn't think he could pull off the lie even if he tried, and the second was just the relief that washed over him just being able to admit it. His whole body seemed to melt, wilting with his misery.

"Oh, Peridot," he sighed, "you haven't the slightest idea."

And it was true; she'd said so herself.

"I have never in all my years felt anything like this," he gushed. "Equal parts exhilarating and awful! Every inch of my body seems to be tingling and alive with things I've never felt before, making it seem like some foreign vessel in which I am trapped! Never before have I felt more awkward for its size; there's so much of it! And so much more than anyone else here, Peridot, and I know I'm quite different, but it's never bothered me until this week. If I were back home with fellow Zora, I'm sure this feeling would be quite welcome and exciting, but here I just feel so out of place and confused. It's absolutely terrible, and should it last longer than a week as with previous years, I'm afraid I will go home or else I might drive myself to madness! Here, at this moment, is the most comfortable I've felt all week, and even then, my discomfort is enough that you should notice..."

He sighed, the back of his palm to his head, which he tilted back in a dramatic fashion, leaning on the nearest shelf for support. A shelf which promptly creaked, and he straightened himself up once more.

"I feel slightly better when I go out to the ocean; at least then my body doesn't feel like an abomination to the world around me, but, even then, as soon as I submerge, all I can think about is..." He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "eggs to fertilize."

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Well, that was a whole lot more than Peridot ever really expected to know about how it felt to be a sexually excited organic being, outside of what she'd read in the odd, admittedly confusing romance novel.

"Your body works differently from the humans'," she mused. "They keep their eggs inside, I believe."

That was very helpful, Peridot, thank you.

"I'm afraid I can be of much help beyond finding books," she noted. "I'm not made the same way as the Gems of Era One. They could shapeshift. They could be anything they needed to be. I'm just what I am."

Logically, she could comprehend what it was she was alluding to. Scientifically, she was curious about how it all worked. Unfortunately, that was something that was simply not doable anyway.

"I am sorry that it's so uncomfortable for you," she added.