31.Aug.13, 01:17 AM
"Hey!" B'jin snapped, both startled and irked as the parchment was snatched from his hand. "Give that back!" The older greenrider made a snatch for the piece of paper, hissing between his teeth when J'ver tidily side stepped him and waved him off dismissively as if he were no more than an annoying flying insect. B'jin took three more steps forward, and aimed a heavy kick at J'ver's shin the same moment as he tried to snatch the parchment back into his own hands. When the attack managed to land, B'jin snatched the parchment back from J'ver with a victorious 'hah!' and bounced back several steps before glaring irritably as the greenrider's words found their way into his mind for processing.
"It's disgusting gossip," B'jin sniffed, looking at J'ver with disgust as he made sure he had a good hold on the now-folded parchment; he had been too worried about taking it away previously to bother folding it, but he wasn't going to waste J'ver's effort on that, at least. Nor was he going to actively admit that he was fleeing to D'ren. B'jin wasn't quite sure the bronzerider would want nor need to see the parchment, but B'jin was also uninterested in hiding something like that from him. He would hate if it were about him, and could only imagine D'ren would like the warning to remain hidden for at least the rest of his life. His fingers twtiched slightly, and B'jin folded his arms over his chest.
"None of your business," B'jin scowled. He knew J'ver was a little sneak thief, and that the other greenrider was far too good at being far too deep in everyone else's life and times; it was hardly surprising that he would be snooping into B'jin's own once more, even if the only reason he were doing so was because B'jin had crashed into him on his way out of the Gather Square. B'jin wasn't about to own up to that fact, however, even if it meant crediting J'ver with more information than he should have been allowed. B'jin didn't like the idea of J'ver snooping around his activities once more, not after the last event when Talian had been targeted. B'jin's expression hardened at the memory, and his eyes narrowed at J'ver.
"If you'll excuse me." It was a statement, and not a request for agreement; as a result, B'jin spun on his heel with every intention of marching off.
"It's disgusting gossip," B'jin sniffed, looking at J'ver with disgust as he made sure he had a good hold on the now-folded parchment; he had been too worried about taking it away previously to bother folding it, but he wasn't going to waste J'ver's effort on that, at least. Nor was he going to actively admit that he was fleeing to D'ren. B'jin wasn't quite sure the bronzerider would want nor need to see the parchment, but B'jin was also uninterested in hiding something like that from him. He would hate if it were about him, and could only imagine D'ren would like the warning to remain hidden for at least the rest of his life. His fingers twtiched slightly, and B'jin folded his arms over his chest.
"None of your business," B'jin scowled. He knew J'ver was a little sneak thief, and that the other greenrider was far too good at being far too deep in everyone else's life and times; it was hardly surprising that he would be snooping into B'jin's own once more, even if the only reason he were doing so was because B'jin had crashed into him on his way out of the Gather Square. B'jin wasn't about to own up to that fact, however, even if it meant crediting J'ver with more information than he should have been allowed. B'jin didn't like the idea of J'ver snooping around his activities once more, not after the last event when Talian had been targeted. B'jin's expression hardened at the memory, and his eyes narrowed at J'ver.
"If you'll excuse me." It was a statement, and not a request for agreement; as a result, B'jin spun on his heel with every intention of marching off.