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11.Feb.12, 01:34 AM
B'jin wasn't even slightly put out by the varied attentions of the calls of students. So long as they at least pretended to listen so G'rem didn't come storming in and take over, B'jin really couldn't give two shards. The greenrider was only present because it had been requested of him, and when he'd hesitated, had been assured it wasn't really a polite request and more along the lines of 'do as you are bloody told'. So, there he was, highly amused as half his class tuned out, a quarter sunk low in their chairs and prayed to Faranth he wouldn't notice them (After smirking cheerfully at Talian, B'jin had ignored the young Healer) and the other quarter... looked like he'd just offered them all their dreams on a big fat platter. His smirk widened.
B'jin knew most of the class, either through a personal note or gossiping with his fellow Searchers. Most of them were less than happy to be at the Weyr, and a lot of them were more than a little sour. He didn't actually blame any of them, though he found the extreme ratio of emotions rather interesting. At any rate, he noticed a distinct increase in shuffling seats, and twitchy looks as he finished his little speech, and not at all a lot of questions. A frown pulled B'jin's mouth down even as he raised his eyebrows and cast his brown eyes across the group. Really? No questions?
Wait for it... Larrikith whispered into his mind, and a moment later, the question was sprung. B'jin's gaze swung rapidly around and locked onto Valerian, his eyebrows arching up on his forehead once more even as his lips twitched and he tried valiantly to smother a wide smirk - and failed miserably. Behind him, Larrikith let out a half-cough that was definitely a choke of laughter, her eyes whirling rapidly.
"Well," B'jin said, laughter thick in his voice though he was doing a fabulous job of trying to keep it under control, "that could certainly work." Highly amused glance was tossed at Allendris, smirk widening. "Or it might get you decked - depending." B'jin licked his lips, and attempted to bring his features into an expression that was less mirthful and more SERIOUS TEACHER. It didn't work very well, since serious and B'jin didn't tend to mix very well at any rate.
"I'm sure G'ram would be delighted to take down names." This time his smirk was evil, "or you could all get drunk and party in the candidate barracks. Katilan booze is strong, and I could possibly get my hands on some Benden if you ask nicely," the last part was teasing, and B'jin smirked even as he carefully shifted his weight as far from G'rem as he could, putting Larrikith between himself and the whack-happy Weyrlingmaster. His leg was bruised enough; he didn't need additional welts!
I like this plan, Larrikith smirked, voice just for B'jin. Her eyes were alight with terrible mischief.
B'jin knew most of the class, either through a personal note or gossiping with his fellow Searchers. Most of them were less than happy to be at the Weyr, and a lot of them were more than a little sour. He didn't actually blame any of them, though he found the extreme ratio of emotions rather interesting. At any rate, he noticed a distinct increase in shuffling seats, and twitchy looks as he finished his little speech, and not at all a lot of questions. A frown pulled B'jin's mouth down even as he raised his eyebrows and cast his brown eyes across the group. Really? No questions?
Wait for it... Larrikith whispered into his mind, and a moment later, the question was sprung. B'jin's gaze swung rapidly around and locked onto Valerian, his eyebrows arching up on his forehead once more even as his lips twitched and he tried valiantly to smother a wide smirk - and failed miserably. Behind him, Larrikith let out a half-cough that was definitely a choke of laughter, her eyes whirling rapidly.
"Well," B'jin said, laughter thick in his voice though he was doing a fabulous job of trying to keep it under control, "that could certainly work." Highly amused glance was tossed at Allendris, smirk widening. "Or it might get you decked - depending." B'jin licked his lips, and attempted to bring his features into an expression that was less mirthful and more SERIOUS TEACHER. It didn't work very well, since serious and B'jin didn't tend to mix very well at any rate.
"I'm sure G'ram would be delighted to take down names." This time his smirk was evil, "or you could all get drunk and party in the candidate barracks. Katilan booze is strong, and I could possibly get my hands on some Benden if you ask nicely," the last part was teasing, and B'jin smirked even as he carefully shifted his weight as far from G'rem as he could, putting Larrikith between himself and the whack-happy Weyrlingmaster. His leg was bruised enough; he didn't need additional welts!
I like this plan, Larrikith smirked, voice just for B'jin. Her eyes were alight with terrible mischief.
