Post by Ember on Dec 31, 2011 17:50:21 GMT -5
T'san chuckled and added on an, "Aren't I just." In response to A'emi's statement. Modesty, well...yeah even he could admit he had about none of that particular trait. He was awesome and knew it and fully intended to flaunt it with the right company. Morality was perfectly fine to speculate on, he supposed, but he didn't think he was a terrible guy so...and it was a joke anyways so why think about it? He had yet to be known for over-thinking things. If anything, he deliberately under-thought things.
Sweetcheeks? The brownrider grinned wolfishly at the comment and was torn between shaking his cheeks at A'emi or slapping them. In the end, he was distracted and did neither. Underwear, though, would be a good idea. Commando tended to be a little uncomfortable. Anyways, random guest. That the greenrider booked it behind him to lurk the interaction - and, most likely, provide input as well - made T'san hastily smother a laugh so as not to give things away.
He just about died laughing at L'am's rather satisfactory response to his nudeness. He managed to redirect his amusement directly into the bond with Dsoleth and the brown huffed softly back on his shared ledge. Oh Faranth, his expression, Dso! His expression! He also learned something new that was rather exciting - L'am was most definitely not straight. When the man recovered his composure and offered up his disgusting shirt, T'san did finally laugh. "Ah, well, yeah. Like A'emi said, was an accident," he commented cheerfully, taking the damp thing and tossing it into the weyr.
T'san was rather amazed at the man's skills. Able to return a gross shirt without being angry and in a situation that should have been awkward and asking for sugar. "Well, not sure if we do have sugar, sugar," he answered with a wink, "but come on in and have a look-see." The brownrider nudged at A'emi to move out of the way to let the bluerider in. He hadn't forgotten about A'emi's hunger, though, so he fully intended to go put some pants on while L'am took a look around for his sugar.
Sweetcheeks? The brownrider grinned wolfishly at the comment and was torn between shaking his cheeks at A'emi or slapping them. In the end, he was distracted and did neither. Underwear, though, would be a good idea. Commando tended to be a little uncomfortable. Anyways, random guest. That the greenrider booked it behind him to lurk the interaction - and, most likely, provide input as well - made T'san hastily smother a laugh so as not to give things away.
He just about died laughing at L'am's rather satisfactory response to his nudeness. He managed to redirect his amusement directly into the bond with Dsoleth and the brown huffed softly back on his shared ledge. Oh Faranth, his expression, Dso! His expression! He also learned something new that was rather exciting - L'am was most definitely not straight. When the man recovered his composure and offered up his disgusting shirt, T'san did finally laugh. "Ah, well, yeah. Like A'emi said, was an accident," he commented cheerfully, taking the damp thing and tossing it into the weyr.
T'san was rather amazed at the man's skills. Able to return a gross shirt without being angry and in a situation that should have been awkward and asking for sugar. "Well, not sure if we do have sugar, sugar," he answered with a wink, "but come on in and have a look-see." The brownrider nudged at A'emi to move out of the way to let the bluerider in. He hadn't forgotten about A'emi's hunger, though, so he fully intended to go put some pants on while L'am took a look around for his sugar.