and you show off your light. (T'san)

[Avu]

Why are you alive.

A’emi was pretty sure Kyrahth intended that to be a polite question at some point but between the time when she cracked open an eyelid at him and actually bespoke him, it got mangled and turned into a flatly disgruntled demand, the kind of tone typically reserved for addressing dead tunnelsnakes and rotting corpses. It was probably pretty sad that he was used to it, and completely undeterred; the greenrider threw an amused glance at where Kyrahth was curled up on the weyrledge, regarding him crankily in the pre-dawn light, and padded all the way out of the bathroom. “Took you long enough, you getting old or what?”

You’re disgusting, Kyrahth told him with absolute conviction, Mornings are disgusting. This firmly imprinted upon A’emi, Kyrahth clearly considered her morning ritual complete and plopped her muzzle back onto her forelegs, squeezing her eyes shut with a soft huff in clear determination to go back to sleep.

“Your good humor is a revelation to us all,” A’emi muttered, subdued because disturbing her wasn’t actually his intent (not his fault she was just stupidly sensitive and insanely paranoid sometimes). He scrambled onto the bed, regarding T’san for a moment thoughtfully before he promptly plastered himself against the brownrider, mouthing a sloppy playful scrape of teeth against his shoulder to wake him up before he moved up to kiss him full on the mouth, hands braced into the pillow on either side of the brownrider’s head.

Lips slid sideways to press a more chaste kiss at the corner of T’san’s mouth, and A’emi grinned, “Ewwyuck, morning breath, where d’you even get off. C’mon, dude, wake up, you owe me a date, I already made an exception with putting out first date and I’ve gotta keep up my ladylike reputation. T’saaaan.” And no there was not a hint of a whine in the drawn-out syllables of the other man’s name, shut up, he was a dignified grown adult. “You’re not allowed to go to sleep on me, Kyr already did that, that’s not even original anymore.”

[Ember]

T'san was awake, really. He was just...content to continue laying in bed and toeing the fuzzy line between sleep and wakefulness. He was aware, for instance, of a furriness tickling his feet that he assumed was probably a sleeping Spice. He curled his toes gently into the orange-y fur and heard a soft mew in response. He was also aware that Dsoleth was out like a light and that wasn't really helping him wake up because of the whole mind attachment thing. That and if his brown lump was still sleeping than it was definitely too early to even think about getting out of bed by his books. That brought him around to the sleepy murmur in his mind that was Svelte dreaming about something or other.

So anything attached to him was still content to sleep. Except, apparently, for one. It was an interesting challenge to idly track A'emi's movement around the weyr until he disappeared into the bathroom at which point T'san was content to edge back towards sleepdom. The greenrider being awake should have been a reason for him to drag his lazy ass out of bed but...ehhh. He could have had Legatus drills or something equally boring. If it was important he already knew A'emi would wake him up. The brownrider shuffled slightly and stiffled a yawn.

He must have dozed off a little at some point because he was suddenly aware of a warm body pressed up against him and an even more intense heat against his shoulder. Since he was mid-inhale when the attack was initiated it transformed into a sleepy sniffling snort thing and then there were lips on his. Okay, he could really grow to love being woken up like that. In response the arm that wasn't trapped by his weyrmate found its way to the other man's hip, his thumb idly rubbing small circles just above A'emi's hipbone. "S'not my fault," he muttered in regard to morning breath, "you can't keep yer lips to yerself."

And...date? Oh, right, date. "Hnngh. You know it's s'posed to be date night n' not date mornin', right?" T'san commented lightly, cracking his eyes open for the first time that morning. "And I'm always original. I could fall back asleep with twice the flair that Kyrahth could." The brownrider didn't bother to point out that to actually get up he'd need an A'emi to move. He was rather curious to see how long it would take for the man to either notice or ask him why he was still in bed. Besides, it was coooomfy.

[Avu]

Aw, how cute. It’d be cuter if he wasn’t trying to accomplish something, here, but A’emi could still appreciate it in passing. He shifted into T’san’s touch with a pleased hum, sitting up to straddle the brownrider’s stomach and thoroughly rucking up the covers as he went, skating his tongue over his lips absently. Because hey, theoretically the whole date thing could wait in favor of just making out for a while or something, it wasn’t like it would be such a terrible idea except, hum. Morning breath, again. Whose bright idea were mouth germs, anyway? Still, in sheer defiance of the brownrider’s sleepy comment, he kissed T’san again, harder this time, ending with a deliberate nip at his bottom lip.

“What can I say, I’m an unconventional sort of guy,” he answered, ignoring T’san’s threat or whatever of going back to sleep—mostly because he was pretty sure that anything he said would either end up ego-stroking or as a challenge for T’san to do exactly that. So no, he could be the champion of falling asleep in creative and innovative ways in his head. “C’mon,” scooting back so he wasn’t pinning T’san down quite so much, although he stopped once he was at T’san’s thighs, “I’m not getting off till you’re halfway vertical, I know you can do at least one sit-up.”

He even helped, sort of, brushing his fingers down T’san’s ribs in a teasing tickling motion, testing his reaction in lieu of a shirt to grab and pull T’san up by. Not that he was complaining about the lack of shirts or anything, but still. “Look, way I figure it, Kyr can give us a ride to the hot springs or something, yeah? Nobody’s gonna be there, ’s too early for diurnal people and too light for nocturnal, am I a genius or am I a genius. You can even go back to sleep once we’re there but I’m preemptively reserving the right to drown you if you do. D’you know how hysterically depressing it would be to die naked? You’d be famous for all the wrong reasons.”

Not that his plan was actually perfect; A’emi was already deliberately ignoring the part where they were diurnal people and it was apparently not too early for them—or him anyway; T’san still looked like he could go back to sleep in a heartbeat given the opportunity—and their ride was passed out in a tiny puddle of hide and flesh. Also T’san was not up or dressed (temporarily, since the hot springs implied nudity, right, right?), which would make flying on the currently unconscious green anywhere fairly difficult, but hey. These things, they could be fixed.

With the proper motivation.

“C’mon, do the math, pools plus lack of people minus clothes equals…”

Kyrahth grumbled audibly, evidently failing in her attempts to sleep faced with A’emi’s enthusiasm, and squinted at him with owlish indignation, You slut.

[Ember]

Almost as if to prove him right about the whole lips comment, A'emi kissed him again. T'san most definitely wasn't complaining since A'emi's mouth did not taste like morning breath - and wasn't he just so glad his weyrmate had the decency to brush before waking him up with a kiss - and he was beginning to respond, albeit lazily since he was still pinned and didn't feel like using th energy to flip them over. "Mrr," he complained oh-so-articulately when A'emi withdrew from the kiss. Well fine, it was apparently date day and not strictly make-out-on-their-bed day.

"Alright, alright I'm up. Well, awake anyways. Your unconventional butt'll have to get off once I'm done giving in to your heartless demand for a sit-up," he commented entirely too-cheerfully for the morning. It took him ages to actually roll out of bed usually but once he was up he tended to be fairly chipper. Or was at least good at pretending it anyways. T'san was just about to sit-up as requested by him when he felt A'emi's fingers dancing along his sides. He smirked up at A'emi triumphantly when he didn't so much as squirm before fully sitting up. His ticklish spots were a tiny bit unusual and closely guarded secrets.

"Y'sneak," he teased, leaning forward to nip at A'emi's lower lip playfully. He rested his forehead against the greenrider's while he explained what they could be doing instead of laying around (morning breath be damned because the other man had already kissed him despite it). It didn't take A'emi implying sex for T'san to start thinking of it - not in an end-goal sort of way but just a fun possibility - when the hot springs were mentioned. "You just might be a genius sir," he commented with amusement at the one answer option rhetorical question.

"I think it'd be hysterically depressing to be dead, nevermind be naked-dead. Heh, naked dead instead of living dead?" He was tempted to say something about people running towards him in that instance but let it pass without comment in favour of actually starting the day. The brownrider grinned and snatched A'emi's waist in one arm, twisting to not only toss the greenrider off but to pin him under his partial weight. T'san's grin turned wolfish and he kissed A'emi almost hungrily before pulling back and retreating with a wink.

"Time to get the day started, then, because all that sounds awesome." If he happened to smile a bit lasciviously at A'emi as he moved towards the washroom...well, the greenrider had started it.

[Avu]

He was going to take it as an overall triumph, even if T’san unfortunately wasn’t as ticklish as he had hoped. He was still getting up after all, and that was the entire point, right? Picking out ticklish spots—or training T’san to be spastic if there weren’t any—could come later. A’emi grinned smugly at T’san anyway, eyes flicking down to the brownrider’s mouth when he pulled away again, mumbling a pleased, “I do try y’know, I guess genius must just be something you’re born with,” although the brownrider’s faintly nonsensical addition made him wrinkle his nose in amused indulgence.

There probably also would’ve been a teasing comment tacked on if T’san hadn’t promptly flipped them over, earning a startled huff of breath and a not-so-manly squeak of protest that was, fortunately for the sake of A’emi’s dignity, muffled in short order by the kiss. He mmphed approvingly, because morning breath or not this was still decidedly a go, goals of hot springs in mind or not, because initiating was one thing but it wasn’t so bad if T’san started it, right? Right. Wrong. A’emi huffed as T’san pulled away, entirely too cheerful, protesting a halfhearted, decidedly whining, “You tease, that’s not even fair…”

That’s unhygienic, Kyrahth interjected helpfully, as A’emi flopped back on the bed again, watching upside-down as T’san disappeared into the bathroom, pushing his toes back under the covers. I hope you know that. Also public display of affection. Society shuns you. You’re going to be a societal outcast forever. Have a wonderful hermit life.

“Don’t be jealous just ’cause you’re our chauffeur,” A’emi shot at her, and then turned his head to blink at Spice, who looked faintly bewildered, “I bet she’s jealous, isn’t she. Girls’re all like that, they want the hot date for themselves, y’know? It’s a good thing you don’t have a girlfriend, but I bet you’d make awesome spawn, everyone’d want one,” because talking to Spice was always the answer when he could still feel Kyrahth’s thin amusement and irritation (a common mixture for Kyrahth—A’emi just got over it) threading through his mind.

He’d run out of things to ramble about by the time T’san was all clean and dressed, and he was pretty sure Spice had gone back to sleep and Kyrahth was on the brink of following suit, so he rolled off of the bed as quietly as possible—for Spice’s benefit, not Kyrahth’s, and padded over to catch T’san by the belt loops, quirking his mouth to one side in casual appraisal, “I guess you’ll do…c’mon, Kyr,” pulling T’san along with him as he backtracked to the green, “Let’s go, look alive…”

If I must, she answered disapprovingly, and even if she didn’t bespeak T’san she made her petulance clear enough with a sigh as she rolled to her feet, flicking out her wings, but she did at least dip one wing, tilting her head at them.

[Ember]

Not-so-manly squeaks? Kind of adorable, T'san wasn't going to lie. Cute people will be the death of me, he thought towards a sleeping brown. Dsoleth's snout crinkled in response but he didn't awaken. Fat lump. He chuckled at A'emi's complaint. "That is too fair," he said, deliberately mimicking a kid's argument as he slipped into the bathroom. Right so. Mouth hygiene was a definite must. The man scrubbed at his teeth with a toothbrush, scouring his mouth clean of morning breath because, yeah, it was pretty gross. He wasn't the cleanest man by far (random shirts and other articles of clothing occasionally left laying about as evidence) but he understood the value of it.

His hazel eyes drifted to his hair in the reflection of the mirror and he pouted. It was getting too long again. He'd have to get it trimmed at some point. For now though he had to at least run a brush through it. Usually he didn't bother since it worked quite well as a get up-and-go style but today was sort of special, right? Right. He winced a few time at the tangles the brush caught before once again appraising himself in the mirror. That was thankfully done. All that was left was actually getting dressed to go outside. Bleh. Wearing a shirt and a decent pair of pants was also date ettiquette.

A'emi was talking to a Spice at that point and the brownrider shot the pair a fond grin as he crossed to the wardrobe. He heard Spice meow what sounded distinctly affirmative after something about spawning, as well as some curious mews every now and then. He could swear someone was going to talk that cat's ears off one day. Silly little furball was a surprisingly good listener for all his energy. T'san ultimately picked out a simple button up shirt and a dark pair of pants from his own clothes, surprisingly pleased by the sight of clothes not his own in there still.

He must have spaced out a bit because suddenly A'emi was right there with him and not back on the bed chatting with his feline. Their feline? Meh, details. "You guess?" T'san asked petulantly, though there was a faint upturning at the corner of his mouth as he tried not to grin. He let himself be pulled along, eyeing Kyrahth with amusement as she sighed. "Sorry 'bout this lady. Mornings really do suck," he commented to the green lightly.

[Avu]

See, was Kyrahth’s disgruntled comment, aimed accusingly at A’emi because she was not bespeaking T’san, thanks, Even he understands, why is it that I have to be bonded to the one insignificant idiot stupid enough to think that being awake this early is a normal rational thing to do?

A’emi rolled his eyes at her, and quirked a grin at T’san, flicking his eyes over the brownrider again in a second look-over as he twisted his mouth thoughtfully, “Well I guess since Kyr approves that’s one point in your favor…you can convince me you’re awesome later,” with a deliberately overenthusiastic suggestive waggle of his eyebrows before he turned to swing up onto Kyrahth, who exhaled in another melodramatic sigh as she threw a cranky look at T’san and held still for him to mount anyway, shifting to readjust to the weight as soon as he’d mounted and flipping out her wings with another audible grumbling noise.

“We’re not too fat for you are we,” A’emi said dryly, earning an outraged rumble. Kyrahth twisted around to glare at him as A’emi leaned against T’san sedately, and then abruptly slipped off of the ‘ledge. She did drop for a second, unaccustomed to the additional weight—normally she straight-up refused to carry anybody but A’emi after all, and it wasn’t like he weighed very much, considering—before she caught herself in a tight spiral, angling back upwards to slip up over the ledge in sheer defiance before she allowed A’emi to guide them between.

Reappearance took them to the predictably empty hot springs, where Kyrahth dropped into a steep, quick landing that wrapped her around a rock, clinging stubbornly as she said, There, you can have your date, let me sleep now, don’t wake me up unless you’re dying or something and you want me to stop your suffering. It’s too early to deal with you.

Which, okay.

“Fair enough,” A’emi shrugged, swinging his leg over to slide off of the green and promptly kicking off his shoes and tugging at the buttons of his shirt, flashing T’san an amused grin. “Kyr’s a bitch,” was his proffered explanation, as he dropped his shirt onto a dry patch on the rock and started to undo his fly, “If you actually wanna go back to sleep I won’t let you drown, but you’ve gotta wake up and entertain me at some point, preferably before your stomach kicks in and we’ve gotta go back and get food,” which yeah, had occurred to him, but part of the fun was not having everything, right?

Right. That made perfect sense.

[Ember]

T'san chuckled at A'emi's translation of whatever Kyrahth said in response. "She approves? I'm touched, really!" He commented, shooting the green dragon a quick wink because surely she wouldn't eat him now. Not when she apparently approved! T'san always thought it was a major bonus if the mindmates approved. Svelte didn't, not really, but she was kind of another story anyway. Dsoleth approved even if he was a little confused by how it had all gone down. And Spice...well, Spice approved of everyone. So A'emi had all the important bases covered because T'san himself definitely approved.

"Challenge accepted, by the way," the brownrider added in regard to showing A'emi he was awesome. He scrambled up onto Kyrahth's back with ease - she was so much smaller than his own dragon - and settled in behind A'emi. If he managed a discreet, almost affectionate pat for the grumpy green...well, at least he wouldn't have to hear the complaint himself. He wrapped his arms around the greenrider's waist so that he wouldn't be in danger of falling off during the journey. Good thing because Kyrahth dropped after getting off the ledge and T'san wouldn't be embarrassed to admit that his heart jumped to his throat for a moment.

Then there was cold, dark nothingness - which was kinda weird because if it was cold and dark how could it be nothing? But there you go - before they emerged at the hot springs. They were blessedly empty for which T'san was grateful. There ought to be some perk to waking up ridiculously early, after all. He was bemused by A'emi's comment until he clarified that it was a response to Kyrahth. "I see." And T'san did. Kyrahth, from actions and descriptions, did seem a bit...antisocial? Something.

T'san lifted his shirt up and off, unintentionally making the muscles across his chest ripple and his arms flex. The brownrider tossed the article of clothing by A'emi's before starting to shimmy out of his pants. The point of getting dressed just to get naked kind of didn't make sense to him but oh well. "I won't fall asleep!" He said indignantly. "That would be just plain rude. Besides, you're totally right about the stomach kicking in at some point and that would just be a pain." He kicked off his underwear without any further adieu and moved over to A'emi...only to push him into the water.