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11.Jan.13, 12:39 AM
B'run snorted. "Yer not my type, boyo. Sorry t'disappoint." He didn't seem hardly as concerned as A'liran was with eye contact. He floated along, enjoying the sun. He closed his eyes, basking in the momentary peace. Soon enough he'd have to be on edge again and it would come far more quicker than he wanted it to. It wasn't that he was a bronzerider and A'liran was a greenrider, that thought hardly occured to B'run beyond Olemuth being interested in Astoreth. No, it was mostly the thought that if it came down to it, he assumed he could get out of the way should an attack come or could hold his own in a fight.
And then there was the bonus of having a very large, very protective bronze backing him up. But that was a secondary thought.
As is B'run. Normally we would have left by now. Odd. The bronze looked pleased with the attention the green was offering and returned it wholeheartedly, lowering his head and snuffing at her neck. The bronze made no denial of the fact that he was plotting against B'run, but his riders was used to it and didn't argue.
B'run treaded water, cocking his head and watching the other man. "You can stop watchin' me like I'm goin' t'try t'kiss ya or somethin'. Already said: You ain't my type."
And then there was the bonus of having a very large, very protective bronze backing him up. But that was a secondary thought.
As is B'run. Normally we would have left by now. Odd. The bronze looked pleased with the attention the green was offering and returned it wholeheartedly, lowering his head and snuffing at her neck. The bronze made no denial of the fact that he was plotting against B'run, but his riders was used to it and didn't argue.
B'run treaded water, cocking his head and watching the other man. "You can stop watchin' me like I'm goin' t'try t'kiss ya or somethin'. Already said: You ain't my type."
