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Post by Avu on Nov 5, 2011 21:01:11 GMT -5
The stupid thing was, he really didn’t want to move back into his weyr; his things were slowly but surely completing the migration to T’san’s weyr and Kyrahth had become just as comfortable sharing a ledge with Dsoleth—after making it very clear that he was Not Allowed to touch her because she was still Kyrahth no matter what—as she had been alone. And, even more stupidly, he liked having a roommate. Weyrmate, technically, even if the term was usually reserved for couples. Still. It was nice sharing a weyr with someone he liked that he could play poker with (and lose spectacularly to, usually) and flirt with just for fun. So A’emi had been crashing on T’san’s couch for over a week since the Salamandyr run, and he knew he should move out but he just…did not want to. It was good, and T’san didn’t seem like he was any less content.
Except.
“Your human’s couch sucks,” A’emi said seriously to Spice, his voice pitched half an octave higher for the sole purpose of the entertainment he got in watching the feline’s ears flick to catch his words, “Sucks, yes it does, it’s all weird and my back hates it, yes it does, I have no idea how you stand it.” He was exaggerating, yes; as couches went it was decidedly a couch and not a bed, but it wasn’t really quite long enough for him unless he curled in a little and occasionally when he woke up he forgot that he was, indeed, on a couch and managed to crack himself over the head with the armrest trying to stretch out. It was not an altogether pleasant affair, that. “Wish I were as small and cute as you, you think T’san would let me sleep in his bed then?”
No, Kyrahth answered, cheerfully ignoring the fact that A’emi couldn’t have possibly been addressing her, seeing as she was neither small nor cute, I think you cling too much in your sleep and you would end up smothering, strangling, or accidentally groping Dsoleth’s in your sleep and then he’d probably be upset, and I would have to be upset at him. It’s really for the best you’re not small or cute, yes?
A’emi snorted, letting Spice attach teeth and claws to his hand and bouncing his fingers lightly for the feline’s benefit as he glanced at Kyrahth. “Nobody asked you, thanks much.”
You say it like you expect me to care, Kyrahth observed, and then curled in upon herself from where she had been sprawled out on Dsoleth’s ledge, They’re coming, by the way. Offhandedly, which was to be expected from Kyrahth; the green dipped her head towards the direction of the brownpair’s approach. Apparently Drills are over. Hello, Dsoleth, with her customary coolness, but at least a greeting at all; the green didn’t remember but apparently T’san and Dsoleth were good—from Fort. She could, however grudgingly, respect that, at least.
It really was a good thing Legatus’s drills never coincided with the others, A’emi noted vaguely as he curled one hand under Spice, tucking the feline against his chest and bopping him on the nose lightly as he stood from the couch. Fighting for a chance to get to the baths would just not end well. “Want to go say hi to your mommy?” he asked Spice, in lieu of greeting T’san, “You should tell him there’s a suspiciously Salamandyr-shaped lump on his couch, it’s not only uncomfortable to sit on but it bites too. Ew.”
Unsurprising, since it happens to not only be Salamandyr-shaped but an actual Salamandyr, Kyrahth observed dryly to Dsoleth; Titania’s appearance signaled the end of the ten-day cold war siege grudge thing A’emi had been holding against the Salamandyr.
So technically, it should’ve also signaled the end of the roommate thing.
Technicalities were such annoying details, though, really.
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Post by Ember on Nov 11, 2011 19:24:33 GMT -5
You smell, you know, Dsoleth commented to his rider, despite the fact that flying kind of negated such relatively small smells. T'san shook his head ruefully. Sure I do. Yup. Yup. You're also really weird. Yup. Yup. The brownpair simultaneously broke down in laughter and rumbling. T'san fully knew that he was easily amused and it didn't bother him in the least. It made life far more exciting. Just like having a random roommate made things more exciting. Speaking of which...
Hello, Kyrahth, Dsoleth responded warmly. He certainly didn't expect the green to ever warm up to him beyond being willing to share a ledge but that didn't matter much to the brown. He settled on the ledge with slight weariness from Drills before shaking loose. "Oi, brute, lemme down before you do that." Rumbling quietly again, Dsoleth let T'san down before he all but flopped down on the ledge, tail dangling off the edge comfortably. With contentedly green-blue eyes he watched his rider stride into the weyr proper.
T'san noticed Spice playfully batting at and gently chewing A'emi's fingers before the greenrider scooped up his feline. Like he did with pretty much anyone, Spice had taken quite a liking to his new playmate A'emi. The feline purred quietly against A'emi's chest, ears flicking at the sound of the man's voice once again and he quit his playing to meow up at the greenrider. T'san grinned at his apparent new epithet and shook his head. "I doubt he wants to be held by me right now. I'm particularly disgusting today. And what's this about salamandyr shaped lumps?"
The brownrider automatically thought of his own salamandyr, curled up and sleeping on one of his pillows. 'Course, Svelte being on his bed and not his couch kind of made it clear that it wasn't her fault. He mentally shrugged it off - A'emi would clarify for him, anyways...most likely - and began stripping off his sweat-dampened riding gear. Not that he particularly minded being sweaty for a while, but he technically had a permanent guest now. Or semi-permanent anyways. He wasn't entirely sure which one it was.
Dsoleth was a little quicker on the uptake that day and he lifted his head from where it had been resting to look at Kyrahth. Ah, then the little green is back? Other little green, that is. Because T'san happened to have a little green too...again. Oddly enough, she was almost equally difficult to deal with though for different reasons.
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Post by Avu on Nov 12, 2011 19:44:39 GMT -5
That she is, Kyrahth answered, her voice completely dry as she resettled her head on her forepaws, her gaze shading into neutral blues. Dsoleth was far from the worst company she could imagine, after all, and she’d been used to him being close by even before—this was just a little closer, was all. I expect Futh’s and Castidenloth’s will be most pleased that she need not mooch off of them anymore, she added, a note of definite cold amusement in her tone; that Titania had gone automatically to M’kai and K’thay when A’emi turned her out was a great source of entertainment for Kyrahth, and she suspected that Mouse’s owner had also gotten quite a number of visits. Tempted to ask how Dsoleth’s little worm would cope when she was awake, but Kyrahth really didn’t care enough to ask—how the worms got along was none of her problem.
“You do smell particularly rose-like,” A’emi agreed, one eyebrow rising in mock solemnity; he tucked Spice into the elbow of one arm to wiggle the fingers of his other hand in the feline’s face. (The greenrider was half-enchanted with Spice, honestly; Darkling was playful but not in the same way—actually in a much more destructive way—and Kyrahth and Titania just weren’t at all. Spice was…a change.) “Mommy smells just like a rose today, doesn’t he?” he commented to the feline, leaning against the back of the couch and absently crossing his legs at the ankle, “Must’ve put on perfume before Drills. Titania,” in answer to T’san’s question, “Showed up little bit after you left. She’s sleeping now.”
He watched T’san strip with a half-lidded gaze. A’emi liked having platonic friends. A lot, actually. He’d offered sex to T’san, but it was more out of gratitude than a genuine desire to sleep with him, and he’d been fairly pleased when he’d been turned down (as his logic went, their rooming together meant T’san was unlikely to get laid should he have any spontaneous desire to do so; therefore he should be available to make up for that, if T’san wanted, which, as it turned out, he didn’t). That didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to acknowledge the fact that T’san was attractive, though, and it certainly didn’t mean he wasn’t going to look.
Since he was, you know, stripping.
“I was thinking,” he said, abruptly, setting Spice down on the back of the couch—away from Titania, who would indeed bite if startled from her sleep—“Think there’s room in here for another bed?”
It wasn’t quite asking for permission to stay, but it was offering T’san an out, however slight it might be; it wasn’t like A’emi was going to be content sleeping on a couch for the rest of his life, after all. So there it was; not-so-temporary after all, if T’san wanted. Not that there was anything wrong with his weyr (anymore). Just…sharing was nice. (And made it so that his lazy days couldn’t be too terribly lazy, Legatus drills aside, since there was someone other than Kyrahth to boot him up if he needed.)
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Post by Ember on Nov 20, 2011 16:23:24 GMT -5
The brown resettled as the initial surprise wore off. There was a faint thread of concern in his eyes over the outcome of the other little green returning. His loved having a roommate and Kyrahth's was what T'san considered 'fun' so the brown had been hoping the greenrider might stick around a little longer. The brown himself was rather ambivalent to Kyrahth. If she stayed, she stayed, if not oh well. She was not the most talkative or warm of dragons and he preferred (albeit privately) the company of others more. He'd never treat her any other way but warmly, though, so he agreed, Probably.
T'san snorted at the other man's description of his smell. He rolled his eyes in good humour. Spice was rather oblivious to the conversation going on in light of wiggling fingers. Still, his plaintive meow - at the inability to figure out just which finger he wanted to catch - was perfectly timed to answer A'emi's question. Spice then did manage to catch just the finger he wanted between two carefully sheathed paws and started up a loud purr. The feline's antics had T'san chuckling softly and grinning from ear to ear. That was, of course, until A'emi did clarify what he meant.
"Ah," was the brownrider's oh-so-eloquent response. A carefully neutral response because he wasn't entirely certain what A'emi wanted to do about it. Sure, he figured the greenrider liked him well enough since the man had offered sex and all but...Yeah. Not sure. He couldn't help the faint smirk when he noticed A'emi was watching him strip and he actually added in a little flair because he knew the other ex-Fortian was cool like that. He'd just gotten the second shirt over his head (he hadn't quite lost the habit of doubling up yet, despite Nevroti's loss) when he heard Spice's startled mewl.
A mewl quickly followed by an...offer? request? Well, what it really was didn't matter much to T'san - the fact that A'emi wanted to stay did. He grinned and made a show of examining his fairly sparse living quarters. The weyrs at new Selenitas were all considerably larger than the old ones and he had barely begun to fill it again. "I think there miiight be room if we squeeze it in," he finally said. He turned happily flashing hazel eyes back on A'emi and his grin brightened into a full on smile. He couldn't resist adding, "If you like me so much, though, y'should just share my bed." He was only half-kidding, really. He'd shared his bed platonically before. Admittedly not permanently, but...
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Post by Avu on Nov 20, 2011 19:42:30 GMT -5
Her daily ‘Talk to Other Dragons’ quota duly met, Kyrahth curled her tail around herself, tip falling lazily under her muzzle, and lidded her eyes with a soft rumble. If she noticed the small flicker of anxiety that A’emi could not quite conceal from her, she gave no sign of it; Kyrahth trusted that he would work it out fine. She wouldn’t exactly be put upon to move one weyrledge down if A’emi needed it, after all, and it didn’t really matter one way or another to her. Either way, she certainly wasn’t going to move right that instant, and she trusted Dsoleth enough to half-flare her wings to catch the sun, tucked securely onto her half of the ‘ledge (never mind that she tried to, in order to be fair, give Dsoleth more than half—proportional sides and all).
His mouth flickered up into a smirk as he settled loose-limbed against the back of the couch, tilting his head to watch T’san; the upward quirk of his eyebrow indication of the change in demeanor from strip to strip tease. Another time he would’ve called T’san out on it. And then probably flicked him for not folding his clothes up neatly, but whatever. Instead A’emi lounged himself comfortably across the back of the couch with a playful wink at Spice because hey, front row seat to his very own half-nude T’san. Or…not his, but whatever. It seemed to him like being roommates with someone ought to entitle you to some possessiveness, particularly when they were nicely stripping for you.
T’san’s answer, his expression, however, earned him a genuinely delighted grin from the greenrider. A flash of a surprised blink at his counter-offer, and then A’emi laughed at him, “You just want me for my body,” pouting as he crossed his arms at T’san. Still, he wasn’t complaining. It had been a really long time since he had shared a bed with anyone longer than a night, but he remembered it being nice. “Anyway, another bed would just take up floor-space and I know you need that for your strip-teases.” Pushing off from the couch with a glance spared for Spice to make sure the feline wasn’t trying to eat Titania—he didn’t expect any problems since Spice was used to Svelte—he slipped past T’san, snatching at both of his shirts, “Yeah, I guess you’ll do.
“Go take a bath, dude,” he added, wrinkling his nose pointedly. “You’re starting to give K’sel a run for his title as smelliest hobo of them all. I’m gonna go burn your shirts before they kill someone.”
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Post by Ember on Nov 26, 2011 18:45:57 GMT -5
Spice was on a mission. If A'emi was done playing with him than he would just play with the man's hair. He began a slow slink closer to the man's head, going in for the sneak approach. When the greenrider flashed a wink his way, Spice froze and meowed innocently. Not doing anything sneaky here, nope, not at all. The feline remained still for a couple moments longer before inching forward again. Finally he found himself in position behind the man's head and leaned forward, one paw stretching out to playfully bat at A'emi's hair...only for the greenrider to move away. Drat! The feline froze again as the man looked at him before drooping pitifully. Sad face.
T'san, for his part, was trying incredibly hard not to laugh at his cat's antics. Really, his cat was one of the best out there in the brownrider's biased opinion. That A'emi said something funny and gave him a real excuse to laugh that wouldn't give away the feline (if the movement hadn't already) was rather convenient. He chuckled at the greenrider's comment - and yeah, okay, at the cat too - and responded with a cheerful, "But of course!" The brownrider could only laugh when A'emi did look at Spice finally and at the further comment about strip-teases. "Caught red handed, eh?" He commented at large, referring to both himself and the feline.
T'san wrinkled his noise faintly too when A'emi picked up his damp shirts. More because he was imagining them being not his and him touching them but still. "Yeah, yeah, I'm goin'," he said good-naturedly, "but I don't really count as a hobo. Smelliest roommate ever, perhaps?" The brownrider proceeded to strip off his pants and underwear though and moved to a shelf to snag a towel from it. For the sake of being polite he bothered to wrap it around his waist loosely. He grinned and slapped A'emi's ass on the way to the bathroom. "You're welcome to join me, darling," he added with playful suggestiveness as he entered the bathing room.
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Post by Avu on Nov 27, 2011 0:53:50 GMT -5
Had Spice been…
A’emi threw a decidedly amused glance back towards the feline, mouth quirking sideways in a triumphant, if entirely immature, smirk. (It was a good thing felines could only read so much into human behavior, and that Spice didn’t seem the vindictive type, since A’emi was well within reach of the feline granted Spice decided to throw himself at the greenrider.) A flash of a more genuine grin at T’san, the greenrider dangling the shirts from the tips of his fingers before he pulled a face. “Congratulations, I don’t think anyone’s claimed that title yet,” he commented dryly, “I’ll get you a medal first thing next Gather—”
He managed not to twitch at the ass-slap, promptly whipping one of the shirts at the back of T’san’s head in retaliation—brownrider was already out of reach otherwise and the shirt was nicely (disgustingly) damp enough to make an impact. “Go into the bathroom with you? Closed in space like that with you like this, not suicidal yet, dude.” He flashed a glance at Kyrahth, who regarded him implacably for a minute, and then at the sky visible past the two dragons to judge the time, and then—louder to be heard through the door, “Lunch after? ‘Cause if so, speed-bathe, man, I’m starving.”
Considered the shirts in his grasp for a minute, and then A’emi stepped out onto the weyrledge with a cheeky two-fingered salute for Dsoleth and a quirked grin for Kyrahth—who promptly rolled her eyes in what A’emi sincerely thought was entirely overly dramatic. Calling her out on it would only spur an argument, though, so instead he turned to address Dsoleth, “So. Firestone or acid bath, d’you figure? Or both, to be safe, like…collect the ashes and dump those in acid?”
You and acid, Kyrahth commented, including Dsoleth for politeness’ sake, cheerfully, because, A’emi thought with an amused disgruntlement, insulting him made her happy, Should under no circumstances come within a fifty foot distance of each other, you’d only get acid all over your face and die. It would be thoroughly pathetic.
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Post by Ember on Nov 30, 2011 16:51:56 GMT -5
T'san laughed despite the disgusting shirt that hit him in the back of his head. Or perhaps because of it. He paused long enough to pull the shirt of his head and shoulders and toss it back towards A'emi without really aiming. "Oh? Not 'yet?' I'll remember to ask you when you are suicidal, then," he added on lightly, shutting the door behind him. He dropped the towel on the ground and turned on the water while he fished around for the sweetsand. He found it and poured some directly into the water while he wetted some more and started scrubbing at his hair.
A'emi's voice drifting through the door had T'san pause consideringly. Yes, he was starving too. "Alright. Just chill out for a bit, dude, and I'll get all pretty smelling as quick as possible." True to his word, T'san vaulted into the bathing pool and rinsed out his hair. He proceeded to wipe down quickly before deciding he was satisfactorily un-stinkafied. Since the sweat was still fresh he really just needed to rinse it off. He let the pool drain and went about making sure he didn't leave a trail of water after him.
Dsoleth, meanwhile, was being entertained by A'emi. The man approached him with a salute and the brown raised his head slightly in interest. He didn't mind interacting with other people - actually enjoyed it, in fact - but it was slightly complicated by the fact that he wouldn't directly speak with them. He rumbled in amusement at both A'emi's question and Kyrahth's response to it. I think, Dsoleth began, directing his answer to the green to hopefully relay, That they should be burned and then the ashes be soaked in acid and then the acid should be dumped in between.
"Or you could just toss 'em off the weyrledge and see if they land on anybody," T'san called from the bathroom as he attempted to dry his hair with the towel. Almost as an afterthought he added, "Be out in a second, honey."
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Post by Avu on Dec 5, 2011 20:43:13 GMT -5
Dsoleth says, Kyrahth informed A’emi, keeping an open link to Dsoleth for her own amusement, that you should make a pillow out of the shirts and then give it to Onyth’s as a present. I think it’s a good idea, the green tacked on helpfully, flicking her tail in the general direction of Onyth’s weyrledge, I’m sure Onyth’s will appreciate it very much. She was deliberately ignoring the fact that she got along better with Onyth lately; as far as Kyrahth was concerned it was a very grudging sort of relationship at best, and undermining it was more fun than accepting it anyway.
“You’re a liar,” A’emi accused, flicking a shirt at her nose. “You’re a lying liar that lies. What’d he actually say?”
Kyrahth snorted at him. Burned and soaked in acid, and then left /between/. I like my idea better, with a disdainful flick of her tail. A’emi rolled his eyes at her—and then flashed Dsoleth a wide smile. A dubious glance at T’san’s interjection, and then he looked down at the shirts, stepping to the edge of the ‘ledge and peering down thoughtfully. “Sure, honeybun, take your time,” he yelled back, and, as soon as he spotted the distinctive dot-movement of a person beneath the ledge, dropped one of the shirts down. If T’san hadn’t been serious, well, they could track down the person later.
They’d probably have to apologize profusely, though; A’emi didn’t imagine having a shirt damp with sweat fall from the sky to land on your head was particularly fun. “One down,” he commented to Dsoleth and Kyrahth absently, and then squinted down at the ground, “Next target acquired,” as another unfortunate dot appeared in his line of vision; A’emi dropped himself to a seated position, legs dangling off of the side of the ‘ledge, and watched intently, mentally urging them over to the drop-zone. As soon as they came over to the first dot—presumably to ask them why they had a disgusting shirt on top of them—A’emi leaned out and dropped the second as well.
Oops.
There, problem solved. “I’ll buy you new shirts next Gather,” he added, louder, for T’san’s benefit, “And perfume. Like, boatloads of perfume. You will smell forever like honeysuckles and roses.”
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Post by Ember on Dec 27, 2011 1:07:10 GMT -5
Dsoleth started slightly at the sudden lie coming out of Kyrahth. He settled fairly quickly into a quiet, amused rumble that steadily grew much like a human's laugh would. The brown didn't offer any input beyond an amused brush towards Kyrahth. His tail flicked absently over the edge and his rumbling finally stopped when A'emi accused the green of lying. She had been, of course, but the game was now clearly over. He crooned at the man's smile though it quickly turned into a snort regarding his rider's suggestion.
A suggestion A'emi took to heart. He swished his tail up and onto the other side of the weyrledge to accomodate A'emi throwing His' posessions off. It would suck to have those gross things pressed directly to him. T'san's flight pants had thankfully been thick enough to not let any sweat through. Ass sweat would have been a million times worse than general upper body sweat. Dsoleth flashed an image of A'emi lining up for a shot to his rider and got a spluttered, highly amused response in return.
Dsoleth wished he could see over the ledge and see the victims but he wasn't laying right for that. Pity. As the second one went, the brown shook his head faintly in amused disbelief. T'san just about died laughing in the bathroom when A'emi called to him to report that his shirts were well and truly gone. He came out of the bathing room drying his hair with the towel he'd walked in with...and therefore nothing on. "Actually, I prefer lavendar and vanilla, if you don't mind. Food now?"
Nevermind the fact that he needed to get dressed.
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Post by Avu on Dec 27, 2011 18:12:47 GMT -5
A’emi really, really adored Dsoleth. A lot. The fact that the brown would cheerfully let him toss T’san’s things off the weyrledge struck him as utterly amazing, and yeah he was glad Kyrahth was not quite as easygoing but for his purposes Dsoleth was pretty much perfect. Maybe it was just because T’san didn’t care, if the laughter he could hear coming from the bathroom was any indication. A’emi grinned, amused, flicking another quick glance over the edge of the weyrledge. And then, very belatedly, the implications of two sweaty shirts flying off of a random weyrledge struck him and he spluttered a laugh.
Of course, there were worse people to be allegedly sleeping with than T’san. A’emi sincerely hoped the rumor spread like wildfire.
He turned at T’san’s voice without the muffling of a door between them, and snorted another laugh at his nudity, giving the brownrider a very blatant look-over. “If you keep walking around like that, people are really gonna think we’re fucking,” he commented cheerfully, stepping away from the edge of the weyrledge and into the weyr. “On the other hand, we go get food with you like this and you’ll make all the girls jealous their boyfriends don’t look like you.” Deliberate downward flick of his eyes, A’emi flashing T’san a deliberately overt lascivious grin.
How do you ever find /anybody/ to actually sleep with? You’re completely incorrigible, Kyrahth commented; she sounded somewhere between mortified and fascinated. The green uncurled, flipping out her wings, If he’s not getting dressed I might as well get Dsoleth to drop him in the lake on the way.
Which, okay. A’emi was pretty sure neither Kyrahth nor Dsoleth was above something like that and while it would be terribly amusing, he was also terribly hungry. “Lavender and vanilla for pants.” Yes, when in doubt, bargain using perfume. Anyway, T’san could have naked time later when he couldn’t potentially traumatize little kids and/or make A’emi choke laughing at the inevitable reactions.
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Post by Zephyr on Dec 28, 2011 2:30:56 GMT -5
What are you making? Jeth’s neck was casually stretched out into his rider’s weyr, the dragon’s head resting casually on the man’s couch. L’am was standing near the fireplace, prodding at something with his boot. The something was a silvery pan, with unappetizing black blobs sizzling on top of it. “ Cupcakes.” He said at last, but sighed in disgust, grabbing the pan with a oven mitt enclosed hand and letting it clatter on the counter. Jeth watched as the cupcakes sizzled and seemed to collapse in on themselves. Even if I liked eating your bread foods, that looks and smells disgusting.
L’am tossed a glare in the dragon’s direction, which melted away into a knowing sigh. It was true. The scent that permeated the weyr now was disgusting. It was a good thing the ledge opening was there to air out the place. Sighing lightly, he dumped the burnt things that couldn’t quite be called cupcakes out and sighed as he rummaged through some bags. “ I’m out of sugar.” All the experimentation had taken its toll on his stock of ingredients. Sighing lightly, he turned to the dragon. “ Fancy flying me to the kitchen?” Jeth gave him a look that clearly asked if he was crazy and withdrew, curling in on himself soundlessly. Sighing, but shrugging, the man left his weyr and made his way to the kitchen.
Once he got there, he was disappointed to find out that the kitchen staff was being dreadfully stingy with their sugar. No amount of flirting or prodding people with the bowl in his hands produced sugar. Did you expect it to? Well, my flirting is very sweet. You’re terrible.I love you too. In a bad mood, he stalked out of the kitchen, empty bowl in hand, making his way back to his weyr when something very heavy and very wet fell from the sky and landed smack on his head…and it really did make an unappealing smacckkkkk sound as it hit him. “ The hell?” L’am cried out as the smell hit him. Peeling the thing off his head, he saw it for what it was. A disgusting sweat soaked shirt. Looking up, he didn’t even notice someone walking up to ask him if he was alright when he saw someone release another disgusting shirt…straight onto the good samaritan’s head.
Ignoring this person, L’am made his way straight up to T’san’s weyr. Luckily, it was right next to his. Jeth sensed the urgency in his mood. I saw that. I wonder what’s up next door? I kinda…don’t want to know? Then why are you going? Dsoleth’s is weird. I have no idea.
With that, L’am knocked on L’am’s door, empty bowl in one hand, sweaty, nasty shirt hanging precariously in the other. At least A’emi kinda owed him a little sugar now, right?
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Post by Ember on Dec 30, 2011 19:16:28 GMT -5
T'san was...well, amused by A'emi's amusement. He rather liked to think that he picked his friends well, even if his friendships usually spawned accidentally. Like...he'd known A'emi kind of a little bit from Fort but his first major impression of the man had been during a flight. In which he'd bitten T'san hard enough to draw blood. Not exactly what would usually draw him into a friendship but...oh well. Now he had a roommate who he couldn't easily embarass and that was absoultely sharding brilliant if you asked him.
The brownrider's reaction to the greenrider's words was initially confusion until he put two and two together. "Riiiiiight. Well, I'm pretty sure they already think we're shacking up. For some reason I seem to have a terrible reputation," he added, grinning. Elysia and A'emi being his friends probably had something to do with it. T'san had never cared much for what the general public thought of him though so he wasn't phased by any rumours floating around about him, positive or negative.
"And, hun, puh-lease. With this body I'll have the girls' boyfriends drooling all over me too," the brownrider commented in a saucy voice, throwing in a wink for good measure. At the offer of perfume for modesty, T'san pretended to consider it before sighing soulfully and muttering, "Fine, I'll put on some damn pants, but you kno- oh." He stopped short and glanced at his door. A visitor? He mentally ran through everyone who would visit him and couldn't figure out who would come at this time without letting him know first. Hmm.
He shot A'emi a devious grin and tossed the towel at his rommate. "I do so love rumours," T'san said in a stage whisper before moving for the door. Still naked. He opened to door a peak to see who it was - L'am, apparently, and not someone who would be too horrified by seeing him nude. Knowing his luck it would have been someone like M'ta and Terilyn and Riaren if he hadn't checked first - before throwing it all the way open. "L'am, my neighbour! How's it hangin'?" His wording may or may not have been intentional.
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Post by Avu on Dec 30, 2011 19:53:49 GMT -5
Oh, reputations, he knew all about those.
Not that A’emi really cared about his, but listening to other people’s was usually a source of great amusement. Or irritation, depending. But usually entertainment, so sure, he’d take the crap with the good when it came to gossip. (The Drudges, true to every possible stereotype, were very good about that kind of stuff—so he lurked around the kitchens a bit, and tended to judge gossip on whether or not it made him want to hit his head on a table until he passed out. If it did, then it was pretty much gold.) “Can’t imagine why,” he said, utterly deadpan, “You’re practically the pinnacle of modesty and morality in these dark days.”
He mouthed an appalled “hun” at T’san, helpless to his amused grin as he crossed his arms, raising one eyebrow at the brownrider. He’d just opened his mouth to answer him when somebody knocked at the door, and A’emi blinked, distracted, although he did tack on a helpful, “I’d suggest underwear too sweetcheeks.”
But seriously. Who was visiting? Most people who came by tended to precede their arrival by making the dragons play messenger (A’emi suspected it was because of times like this when T’san did not believe in pants), and a quick glance towards the ledge earned him a placidly curious glance from Kyrahth. He turned back just in time to get an armful of damp towel and to answer T’san’s comment with a waggle of his eyebrows and a shark-like grin, scooting towards the door double-time to peer over T’san’s shoulder, winding the towel around his own shoulders as he went.
His brain supplied “that bluerider” before an actual name. The neighbor one, who’d lived on his other side before he’d moved in with T’san. L-something. T’san’s entirely over-exuberant greeting filled him in on that, at least. L’am then. A’emi managed not to snicker, instead tilting his head at L’am seriously, twisting the ends of the towel in his hands, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “Is it important? We were just—y’know. Oh. Sorry about that,” as he caught sight of the shirt, his tone entirely lacking in anything remotely resembling chagrin. “That was…an accident.”
He didn’t add if you know what I mean on the end of it, because there was a such thing as overkill, but it was very heavily implied anyway.
Somewhere behind them on the weyrledge, Kyrahth made a sound vaguely like she wanted to throw up, and tried to hide behind her wing.
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Post by Zephyr on Dec 30, 2011 22:33:46 GMT -5
Now. L’am knew he had knocked on the door, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he would say had someone opened it. He knew that someone was home. He had seen them, and unless they had left in the few minutes it took him to get up here…then someone would open the door. When the door did open, a little at first, then at full swing, and L’am caught sight of a naked T’san in all his glory, well, let’s just say his eyes wasn’t on the brownrider’s face. It took a second, but L’am’s normal composure overtook him again and his eyes flicked up, and over to see A’emi standing behind the brownrider. Hm. Well. He had heard that his neighbor had moved out…not quite sure why exactly.
Hm. Well. This was interesting. He thought as he took in nude T’san and A’emi in the same room. Well, T’san was goofy, but still. The man cleared his throat, holding out T’san’s wet shirt. “ Hey.” He said at length, his tone smooth. “ I don’t know of you intentionally lost this or not, but I’m here to return it. I think it could use a washing.” The man said, wrinkling his nose playfully for a moment.
Suddenly, he remembered the bowl in the other hand. He was actually quite amazed that he remembered it at all with a naked T’san right in front of him. “ I was wondering if you guys had any sugar. I’m…making something…” Disgusting, awful, inedible cupcakes. “ And I ran out of sugar myself.” Hey! Jeth said at length, suddenly taking over most of L’am’s mind, and including Kyrahth and Desoleth inhis broadcasts suddenly. Do you think we could use these disgusting, burnt bits of bread as projectiles? I think they might be hard enough. L’am was dying to say something to the dragon, but pushed back the urge. Instead, he just looked mildly irritated at the thing in his head.
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