30.Mar.14, 02:09 AM
Finally managing to sit up, K'tir looked down st himself and ran his hands through his hair, noting how tangled it felt. He certainly had looked better than this but there had likely been a time or two where he looked worse as well so a shrug with a grin was given in reply to the comment about looking ridiculous. He wasn't a delicate little girl that ended up insulted and crying over such a remark, especially if it were true. He eyed his booted foot and then wiggled the toes of the bare one. No, R'nya was right; he looked ridiculous.
He grabbed at what looked to be his pants since there was a distinct lack of clothing lying around him. How kind of R'nya to keep his own clothes on but do away with some of his lover's. K'tir held the pants up and frowned when he saw the laces were destroyed and there was a tear in the fabric as well. He sighed but then another smirk fell into place. "Perhaps the sweet Lady Rhaedalyn csn help me mend my pants that my rough lover didn't like being in the way of his prize." He wasn't mean by nature but it was too easy to pick on the bronzerider right then given the circumstances and who he associated with.
At the sound of movement, K'tir looked from his pants to R'nya and almost laughed at how easily and without comment the bronzerider was removing himself from the situation. If he didn't continue to acknowledge it then clearly it didn't happen. Too bad he grabbed K'tir and a round of great sex had left him a bit more talkative than usual. "Leaving already and without a word of gratitude or farewell? How rude and dominant of you, R'nya. Anyway, we should do this again sometime. Maybe with a bed but I'm fine going without again if that's your kink."
He grabbed at what looked to be his pants since there was a distinct lack of clothing lying around him. How kind of R'nya to keep his own clothes on but do away with some of his lover's. K'tir held the pants up and frowned when he saw the laces were destroyed and there was a tear in the fabric as well. He sighed but then another smirk fell into place. "Perhaps the sweet Lady Rhaedalyn csn help me mend my pants that my rough lover didn't like being in the way of his prize." He wasn't mean by nature but it was too easy to pick on the bronzerider right then given the circumstances and who he associated with.
At the sound of movement, K'tir looked from his pants to R'nya and almost laughed at how easily and without comment the bronzerider was removing himself from the situation. If he didn't continue to acknowledge it then clearly it didn't happen. Too bad he grabbed K'tir and a round of great sex had left him a bit more talkative than usual. "Leaving already and without a word of gratitude or farewell? How rude and dominant of you, R'nya. Anyway, we should do this again sometime. Maybe with a bed but I'm fine going without again if that's your kink."