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16.Jun.18, 11:46 PM
The idea of forgoing sex because it was too hot deeply amused Misha, though he could definitely understand it. “I dunno, it is really fucking hot out.” He teased, relaxing against the ledge floor; it may not have been particularly comfortable, but it was cool and solid beneath him. The offer to strip had him turning his head again, raising an eyebrow and considering R’vi for a moment. “Sure,” Misharan said after a moment of thought, slowly rolling up into a seated position again. “It is fucking hot after all.” He glanced over at R’vi again, now that the teasing sheet had moved, before moving to take off his shirt, easily pulling it over his head. It had already been partially unbuttoned at the collar, the heat proving too much that day to keep it buttoned all the way (besides, it was fashionable to look a little disheveled).
He moved to his boots next, taking them off, then his socks, before stuffing the socks inside one of the boots and setting them aside. Misharan grabbed his discarded shirt and bundled it up before tossing it lightly on top of the boots. There was a fraction of a second where Misharan reevaluated stripping all the way, before he brushed the thought aside and stood to remove his pants (easier, and less likely to get rock bits somewhere uncomfortable). Once on his feet Misharan slid his loose pants and underwear (that weyrfolk were always surprised he had for some reason?) down in a single motion. He kicked the pants over on top of his boots as well before moving over to the space on the sheet R’vi had left for him.
Misharan sat down on the sheet before laying down on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see R’vi and more easily talk to him. “What I’ve been up to, huh?” He started, tilting his head in thought. “Lots of stuff, I guess. Lots of Hatchings, obviously. Candidate lessons and all that, though at this point I wish I could get a pass on taking them for every Hatching that comes up. They really want to be sure we’re prepared, don’t they? Reteaching everything every few months. Uh, I’ve made friends, went to the beach for the first time a few turns ago, and been a bunch of times since. Went to someone’s birthday party a few weeks ago, there was alcohol and strip poker so it was a good time. I dunno. Living it up as a Candidate, I guess.” Misharan shrugged a bit awkwardly, considering he was resting on his arms making it a bit difficult to move his shoulders to shrug. “Having a lot more fun than I would have back in Crom. Shit, I probably would have been married by now.” He said, screwing up his face in distaste. Maybe if he’d gotten married to someone like Mylo, sure, he’d have managed, but he doubted he would have been allowed to marry one of his friends. He was only a youngest son after all, and the one without a Craft education.
He moved to his boots next, taking them off, then his socks, before stuffing the socks inside one of the boots and setting them aside. Misharan grabbed his discarded shirt and bundled it up before tossing it lightly on top of the boots. There was a fraction of a second where Misharan reevaluated stripping all the way, before he brushed the thought aside and stood to remove his pants (easier, and less likely to get rock bits somewhere uncomfortable). Once on his feet Misharan slid his loose pants and underwear (that weyrfolk were always surprised he had for some reason?) down in a single motion. He kicked the pants over on top of his boots as well before moving over to the space on the sheet R’vi had left for him.
Misharan sat down on the sheet before laying down on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see R’vi and more easily talk to him. “What I’ve been up to, huh?” He started, tilting his head in thought. “Lots of stuff, I guess. Lots of Hatchings, obviously. Candidate lessons and all that, though at this point I wish I could get a pass on taking them for every Hatching that comes up. They really want to be sure we’re prepared, don’t they? Reteaching everything every few months. Uh, I’ve made friends, went to the beach for the first time a few turns ago, and been a bunch of times since. Went to someone’s birthday party a few weeks ago, there was alcohol and strip poker so it was a good time. I dunno. Living it up as a Candidate, I guess.” Misharan shrugged a bit awkwardly, considering he was resting on his arms making it a bit difficult to move his shoulders to shrug. “Having a lot more fun than I would have back in Crom. Shit, I probably would have been married by now.” He said, screwing up his face in distaste. Maybe if he’d gotten married to someone like Mylo, sure, he’d have managed, but he doubted he would have been allowed to marry one of his friends. He was only a youngest son after all, and the one without a Craft education.
