Post by Requiem on Mar 21, 2010 18:04:09 GMT -5
He couldn't help it. He wasn't even trying to be a twit, but the whole we need to be like a family thing was a little much. What, they needed to stab each other in the back? Play political games where they had the cards and ignore you otherwise? Dmitri was more than good just as he was - as he'd always been - choosing his own friends and leaving his family to their own devices. Two, perhaps three were dead anyway, and the fourth could care less. No, the bluehandler wasn't interested in anything that might promote a 'family' spirit, thank you very much. (Not that he entirely agreed with Yoalla either. Friends had their uses. A coworker was...well, someone you forgot about when you got off work. That sort of life was pretty lonely, he should think.)
"Left out of a party attended by the pyro and the egomaniac? Oh yes, I'm raging with jealousy," he remarked flatly. Mention of evil in the baths was, well, true enough and required no response. He made as if to grab for her tongue, however, to see her reaction. Impudent greenhandler. Although she was (and he'd never tell her as much) decidedly more fun now that she was attempting to tease him constantly. If he could just keep the images at bay that made him want to dart in the other direction. Salamandyrs. Tch.
Dmitri clicked his tongue mildly at Piden. "Not quite a suggestion, bronzehandler, but I understand how you could misconstrue it," he responded, setting his face into exagerratedly long-suffering planes. The gradual warming that would not have been noticed but for the sudden cool that followed disappeared at the other handler's next comment, and a true smirk took his lips. "The king condescends to join us dysfunctional rookies. Now isn't that nice? What do you think, should we bow and scrape? Or is the 'in' thing tribute these days? I'm afraid I'm fresh out of brownnosing."
Then, because he actually was getting annoyed enough that his normal dry picking was likely to gain a sense of anger behind it, Dmitri turned and walked toward his apartment. "I'll get the alcohol," he called back. Was going to need it to deal with that ass. Teasing Yoalla was one thing, but outright dismissing her as dysfunctional simply because she didn't buy into the whole 'like a family' crap? Asshole. What was so good about a family anyway? At least she'd managed to be polite about her opinion. He came back with a rather good vintage of Benden red left over from the parting gifts when he left Harper Hall ages and ages ago now. Wasn't enough to get anyone drunk, really, unless they just couldn't handle their liquor, but it might make the company more...tolerable.
The scattering whers didn't really bother Dmisk. Let Eikask play with her bronzes. He barked softly, following it with a croon to entice Yosk over toward him and Nautsk. The chromatics could have their own lesser game, no? Since they didn't seem invi- Apparently not. Cold eyes fell on Roisk with no small amount of displeasure. Eikask had run, why not chase her? He was coming from Nautsk's blind side. Dmisk brushed against her mind. Incoming. He was up and moving past her, companionably brushing against her flank and darting in the direction of Yosk. A playful snap was offered the green. Come, Yosk, run! Roisk would not be able to catch a running green, but she had to move.
"Left out of a party attended by the pyro and the egomaniac? Oh yes, I'm raging with jealousy," he remarked flatly. Mention of evil in the baths was, well, true enough and required no response. He made as if to grab for her tongue, however, to see her reaction. Impudent greenhandler. Although she was (and he'd never tell her as much) decidedly more fun now that she was attempting to tease him constantly. If he could just keep the images at bay that made him want to dart in the other direction. Salamandyrs. Tch.
Dmitri clicked his tongue mildly at Piden. "Not quite a suggestion, bronzehandler, but I understand how you could misconstrue it," he responded, setting his face into exagerratedly long-suffering planes. The gradual warming that would not have been noticed but for the sudden cool that followed disappeared at the other handler's next comment, and a true smirk took his lips. "The king condescends to join us dysfunctional rookies. Now isn't that nice? What do you think, should we bow and scrape? Or is the 'in' thing tribute these days? I'm afraid I'm fresh out of brownnosing."
Then, because he actually was getting annoyed enough that his normal dry picking was likely to gain a sense of anger behind it, Dmitri turned and walked toward his apartment. "I'll get the alcohol," he called back. Was going to need it to deal with that ass. Teasing Yoalla was one thing, but outright dismissing her as dysfunctional simply because she didn't buy into the whole 'like a family' crap? Asshole. What was so good about a family anyway? At least she'd managed to be polite about her opinion. He came back with a rather good vintage of Benden red left over from the parting gifts when he left Harper Hall ages and ages ago now. Wasn't enough to get anyone drunk, really, unless they just couldn't handle their liquor, but it might make the company more...tolerable.
The scattering whers didn't really bother Dmisk. Let Eikask play with her bronzes. He barked softly, following it with a croon to entice Yosk over toward him and Nautsk. The chromatics could have their own lesser game, no? Since they didn't seem invi- Apparently not. Cold eyes fell on Roisk with no small amount of displeasure. Eikask had run, why not chase her? He was coming from Nautsk's blind side. Dmisk brushed against her mind. Incoming. He was up and moving past her, companionably brushing against her flank and darting in the direction of Yosk. A playful snap was offered the green. Come, Yosk, run! Roisk would not be able to catch a running green, but she had to move.