14.Dec.17, 08:00 PM
N’mor frowned at Z’rin as the other man babbled. Would this torture never end? You invited it, N’mor. the dragon chortled, highly entertained by the entire series of events and wishing his rider would put himself in such compromising positions more often. He hadn’t had such fun at N’mor’s expense… well, ever, probably. He couldn’t recall to be honest, and N’mor was being stubborn about sharing, and scolded him mentally, encouraging the dragon to bugger off, though Rhezalth ignored him.
“Of course,” N’mor drawled, when Z’rin finally took to silence. He eyed Z’rin thoughtfully when the clothing was all on. R’nd did manage to pull off the outfit better than Z’rin, but N’mor figured that was more a matter of confidence than fit. The clothing hung nicely on the younger bluerider, and he didn’t look half bad – he’d look better if he weren’t fidgeting and looking like he was waiting for something bad to happen. N’mor smirked slightly, but said nothing. He liked having power over blueriders, and he wasn’t about to give it up just because the one before him was attractive.
An eyebrow raised at Z’rin’s declaration that they wouldn’t be hanging out. He was probably right; N’mor had no interest with hanging around blueriders if he could avoid it, but he did not like being told something. That was his part to play! He frowned at Z’rin, then shrugged, neither in agreement nor disagreement with his statement. He doubted he’d take the bluerider up on being a nuisance to him, but it was an entertaining thought. Besides, he could imagine the fun he’d have showing up unannounced at the bluerider’s weyr. Then again, maybe not too unannounced. Blueriders did have a reputation for being whores, after all.
“Thanks,” he drawled once more, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Of course,” N’mor drawled, when Z’rin finally took to silence. He eyed Z’rin thoughtfully when the clothing was all on. R’nd did manage to pull off the outfit better than Z’rin, but N’mor figured that was more a matter of confidence than fit. The clothing hung nicely on the younger bluerider, and he didn’t look half bad – he’d look better if he weren’t fidgeting and looking like he was waiting for something bad to happen. N’mor smirked slightly, but said nothing. He liked having power over blueriders, and he wasn’t about to give it up just because the one before him was attractive.
An eyebrow raised at Z’rin’s declaration that they wouldn’t be hanging out. He was probably right; N’mor had no interest with hanging around blueriders if he could avoid it, but he did not like being told something. That was his part to play! He frowned at Z’rin, then shrugged, neither in agreement nor disagreement with his statement. He doubted he’d take the bluerider up on being a nuisance to him, but it was an entertaining thought. Besides, he could imagine the fun he’d have showing up unannounced at the bluerider’s weyr. Then again, maybe not too unannounced. Blueriders did have a reputation for being whores, after all.
“Thanks,” he drawled once more, “I’ll keep that in mind.”