26.Nov.17, 09:52 AM
R’dare happily answered questions about himself, their friends, or Fort in general and traded some light banter with Nerreh as they walked with a purpose. Snacks, sweet delicious snacks in particular, were always worth a purposeful stride instead of his usual laidback meandering. You didn’t need to rush through life—unless sweets or a friend in need were involved. When they reached the kitchen, the conversation about the awkward place the latest green flight had landed the lusty couple came to an abrupt end and R’dare easily fell into his role of embarrassed guest being pushed about and shown off to everyone.
He smiled and waved, genuinely happy to see familiar faces scattered about and tripped a bit over his own feet when Nerreh shoved him forward. Catching himself before he face planted or took out the evening meal’s preparations, R’dare gave an embarrassed chuckle and ran a hand through his hair. He traded some pleasantries, checking up on the woman’s health and what she had been up to recently before the questions were turned back on him and he gave a vague shrug, being a typical teenager without any serious commitments since Wings hadn’t started back up yet.
He paused for a moment, watching her work on the pastry dough she was rolling before lowering his voice to conspiratorial tones, “to be honest, I offered to bring Madiquel here because I miss the cooking here. Fort is good but it’s just not the same. You, especially, know how to make cinnamon rolls and they hardly make them at home,” he added a little pout to his last word and kept his gaze from wandering over to the finished rolls he had already spied on their way in. He smelled the cinnamon as they approached and knew before walking through the door what his target food was going to be.
He smiled and waved, genuinely happy to see familiar faces scattered about and tripped a bit over his own feet when Nerreh shoved him forward. Catching himself before he face planted or took out the evening meal’s preparations, R’dare gave an embarrassed chuckle and ran a hand through his hair. He traded some pleasantries, checking up on the woman’s health and what she had been up to recently before the questions were turned back on him and he gave a vague shrug, being a typical teenager without any serious commitments since Wings hadn’t started back up yet.
He paused for a moment, watching her work on the pastry dough she was rolling before lowering his voice to conspiratorial tones, “to be honest, I offered to bring Madiquel here because I miss the cooking here. Fort is good but it’s just not the same. You, especially, know how to make cinnamon rolls and they hardly make them at home,” he added a little pout to his last word and kept his gaze from wandering over to the finished rolls he had already spied on their way in. He smelled the cinnamon as they approached and knew before walking through the door what his target food was going to be.