06.Aug.13, 08:31 AM
B’jin was in a world all his own as he sprawled on the floor with the three girls, completely ignoring the ‘grown up talk’ that was happening between Ravana and D’ren and whatever topics it was that they were currently babbling about. He was far more interested in teasing the three girls, two of them mere toddlers, by tugging on the hems of their dresses and then pretending with saccharine innocence that it had most certainly not been him.
The giggling girls were attacked with tickling fingers whenever they came too close, the greenrider laughing playful threats as he played with them. The game ended, with B’jin sitting up and hushing them mildly when their cheerful giggles became far too close to gleeful shrieks for even his ears to cope with – never mind poor D’ren and his healing body and Ravana who seemed eternally stressed. Failing at calming them to his satisfaction, B’jin banished Amorandii and the two toddlers from the hut with a playful sweep of his hands and a meaningful look at the older girl. With a solemn promise from Larrikith that she would not let Ronarth or Shanith accidentally squish someone in their enthusiasm, the girls went out to play with the dragons. B’jin sat up, folding his legs and blinking at his companions as he caught up on whatever the current conversation was.
While B’jin could be as dense as wet wood, his Harper training had included reading body language, and while he tended not to – or was otherwise too busy being scandalised by something said – B’jin was not blind either. While he made no comment on D’ren’s discomfort, the greenrider did pick himself up fluidly from the floor and wander into the kitchen with his usual confidence, completely at home in his friend’s living quarters and poured some water into a couple of glasses before wandering back. He handed one politely to Ravana, placed one down for himself and put another near D’ren. He gave the bronzerider a searching look, but left well enough alone, at least for the moment.
“The weyrlings are older, now,” he spoke conversationally, breaking into a lull between the conversation D’ren and Ravana had been enjoying when he had walked back with the glasses of water. He tilted his head slightly, glancing at both of them. “I’ve more free time, and Amorandii loves the girls. I’d be happy to take them for a day here or there.” R’nd would probably be less than impressed by finding B’jin bogged down with three little girls instead of the occasional one, but the greenrider did not mind. There were fun ways he could make sure his lover knew he was appreciated – and besides, it would not hurt for R’nd to spend some time with his own brat occasionally, either! Benden could always come along. It would be good for him to get used to being smother by girls all the time. R’nd was gorgeous, and Volfetti was not too bad to look at either. The kid would clearly be a heart breaker.
The giggling girls were attacked with tickling fingers whenever they came too close, the greenrider laughing playful threats as he played with them. The game ended, with B’jin sitting up and hushing them mildly when their cheerful giggles became far too close to gleeful shrieks for even his ears to cope with – never mind poor D’ren and his healing body and Ravana who seemed eternally stressed. Failing at calming them to his satisfaction, B’jin banished Amorandii and the two toddlers from the hut with a playful sweep of his hands and a meaningful look at the older girl. With a solemn promise from Larrikith that she would not let Ronarth or Shanith accidentally squish someone in their enthusiasm, the girls went out to play with the dragons. B’jin sat up, folding his legs and blinking at his companions as he caught up on whatever the current conversation was.
While B’jin could be as dense as wet wood, his Harper training had included reading body language, and while he tended not to – or was otherwise too busy being scandalised by something said – B’jin was not blind either. While he made no comment on D’ren’s discomfort, the greenrider did pick himself up fluidly from the floor and wander into the kitchen with his usual confidence, completely at home in his friend’s living quarters and poured some water into a couple of glasses before wandering back. He handed one politely to Ravana, placed one down for himself and put another near D’ren. He gave the bronzerider a searching look, but left well enough alone, at least for the moment.
“The weyrlings are older, now,” he spoke conversationally, breaking into a lull between the conversation D’ren and Ravana had been enjoying when he had walked back with the glasses of water. He tilted his head slightly, glancing at both of them. “I’ve more free time, and Amorandii loves the girls. I’d be happy to take them for a day here or there.” R’nd would probably be less than impressed by finding B’jin bogged down with three little girls instead of the occasional one, but the greenrider did not mind. There were fun ways he could make sure his lover knew he was appreciated – and besides, it would not hurt for R’nd to spend some time with his own brat occasionally, either! Benden could always come along. It would be good for him to get used to being smother by girls all the time. R’nd was gorgeous, and Volfetti was not too bad to look at either. The kid would clearly be a heart breaker.