black_sluggard | Wtf: Warning: The contents of this post may not be as funny as I think they are

As irritating as my sister's boyfriend can be at times, one thing I have to appreciate with Josh is his growing ability to take weird conversation in stride. The combination of this with general geekyness and his own flavor of native deviance, means that the unexpected silver lining of having him around means that, at the very least, I have someone who can handle hearing me talk about my weird perverted fanfics.

Last night, I saw fit to traumatize him by talking about my Steve/Loki story (the one where Loki turns Steve into a Jotun and they have crazy blue sex together).

Just a few minutes ago, I took my grandmother some frozen juice pops, and gave her the choice of orange or blue raspberry (and I totally had to bite back a giggle even looking at the latter). She chose orange, and I went back into the kitchen to put the other back ('cause I wanted orange too, damn it), and Josh was looking for them. I offered him the blue one I'd taken out of the box.
Me: "Right now I don't think sucking on blue popsicles would do my mind any favors."

To his credit, he ate it anyway.

A couple of days ago, there was this disturbing exchange:

There was a moth in the kitchen. Josh apparently has a phobia of moths. I don't intend to make fun of him for it, but there is a monster I'd already had planned for our d20 game before I learned this, and I now have to reconsider the ethics of using it. Which is annoying.

I digress...

Josh wanted to kill the moth by chucking a magazine at it. I told him not to, because it really wasn't going to hurt anything.
Josh: "But it's annoying and creepy."
Me: "So are you, but I haven't killed you yet."
Josh: "But I don't buzz around and eat your clothing."
Me: "No, you just buzz around and eat my sister."
*long pause*
Josh: "Scarring yourself for life."
Me: "Indeed."