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08.Jul.18, 03:15 AM
M’dox had never thought of himself as an impatient person, and generally he wasn’t. The current moment was an exception. How he managed to finish his laundry without giving up and just kissing T’bia and forgetting about his clothes entirely was a mystery. T’bia talking about his family had helped; it was nice, and it gave M’dox something to focus on while washing his enormous pile of clothes (he even kept some clothes unwashed so it wouldn’t take as much time, though it still felt like forever). Eventually he was sufficiently finished, and he and T’bia parted ways.
It didn’t take him long to get back to his weyr, and M’dox left the basket of laundry at the foot of his bed, deciding to get food first and then deal with putting clothes away. He scurried off to the dining hall, which was starting to fill up for the evening. M’dox grabbed two plates and started filling them with pretty much everything. He knew some of what T’bia liked, but that was mostly snacks, things like pastries, fruit, and cheese, not some of the heavier dinner foods that were out, so he just got a little of as much as he could fit on the plate. There wasn’t enough space left on the plates for dessert, but M’dox managed to wrap up some cookies in a cloth napkin and fit it in one of his pockets. As he was leaving with his piled up plates, one of the ladies setting out the food gave him a knowing look and M’dox nearly tripped and spilled both plates in response. Blushing at both the idea that the woman had certain ideas about what he was up to and about almost tripping and falling with two plates full of food in front of a whole lot of people, M’dox quickly retreated back to his weyr.
Once there he set the plates on his small table and took the bundle of dessert out of his pocket before he crushed them all by accident, putting it beside the plates. Food safely deposited, M’dox fetched the laundry basket from the foot of his bed and started putting the clothes away, moving fairly quickly in case T’bia showed up. M’dox wasn’t really sure how long it would take T’bia to get there, so he wanted to finish putting things away in time.
He needn’t have worried.
All the clothes were put where they belonged and T’bia was not there yet. M’dox felt wired, full of nervous energy that needed to do something, so he got out his water pitcher and some cups, made sure there was proper silverware out, and arranged his little table with the mismatched chairs as nicely as he could. He didn’t think T’bia would mind, really, but it gave him something to do. When he was done he sat down in one of the chairs, but that felt too formal and within a few minutes M’dox was up and pacing. After a few minutes of restlessness, he kicked off his boots and threw himself facedown on his bed. Why was T’bia taking so long? Was he actually taking long or did it just seem long? What if he’d changed his mind and didn’t want to see him anymore, or he’d been too forward inviting him to his room?
Considering he would have been perfectly happy sharing a bath, I don’t think an invitation to your weyr is too forward. Riquarth pointed out dryly. The brown was very proud of his rider, taking the initiative without prompting and inviting T’bia over, and he was perfectly confident that T’bia would be there. His rider was wonderful, why would T’bia not come? The other rider clearly liked M’dox, Riquarth was pretty sure just from watching their interactions, and he had the added bonus of Jycenth confirming it. No, M’dox’s worries were completely unfounded. He will be here, Riquarth reassured M’dox, suffusing their bond with affection, I can always contact Jycenth if you’re really worried, but I don’t think it’s necessary. M’dox shook his head, face smushed into his pillow.
“Nah, don’t ask Jycenth. I don’t want to interrupt his bath.” he said, voice muffled by the pillow though Riquarth could hear him perfectly anyway.
I imagine he’d like if you interrupted his bath. Riquarth said, the picture of innocence. M’dox whined into his pillow, trying to ignore the images his dragon conjured up. Of course, once he started thinking about how sharing a bath might go he couldn't get the thoughts to go away. Not that they were bad thoughts, exactly; some were quite nice actually, they were just…well, M’dox wanted to be able to look at T’bia without only blushing and stammering when the bluerider showed up. Thankfully at that moment there was a knock at the door and M’dox threw himself from the bed to go answer it, doing his best to shove down any images of T’bia in various states of undress before they got him in trouble. He opened the door, suddenly shy again, and let T’bia in with a soft ‘hi,’ smiling nervously at his friend, relief that T’bia had actually shown up palpable.
It didn’t take him long to get back to his weyr, and M’dox left the basket of laundry at the foot of his bed, deciding to get food first and then deal with putting clothes away. He scurried off to the dining hall, which was starting to fill up for the evening. M’dox grabbed two plates and started filling them with pretty much everything. He knew some of what T’bia liked, but that was mostly snacks, things like pastries, fruit, and cheese, not some of the heavier dinner foods that were out, so he just got a little of as much as he could fit on the plate. There wasn’t enough space left on the plates for dessert, but M’dox managed to wrap up some cookies in a cloth napkin and fit it in one of his pockets. As he was leaving with his piled up plates, one of the ladies setting out the food gave him a knowing look and M’dox nearly tripped and spilled both plates in response. Blushing at both the idea that the woman had certain ideas about what he was up to and about almost tripping and falling with two plates full of food in front of a whole lot of people, M’dox quickly retreated back to his weyr.
Once there he set the plates on his small table and took the bundle of dessert out of his pocket before he crushed them all by accident, putting it beside the plates. Food safely deposited, M’dox fetched the laundry basket from the foot of his bed and started putting the clothes away, moving fairly quickly in case T’bia showed up. M’dox wasn’t really sure how long it would take T’bia to get there, so he wanted to finish putting things away in time.
He needn’t have worried.
All the clothes were put where they belonged and T’bia was not there yet. M’dox felt wired, full of nervous energy that needed to do something, so he got out his water pitcher and some cups, made sure there was proper silverware out, and arranged his little table with the mismatched chairs as nicely as he could. He didn’t think T’bia would mind, really, but it gave him something to do. When he was done he sat down in one of the chairs, but that felt too formal and within a few minutes M’dox was up and pacing. After a few minutes of restlessness, he kicked off his boots and threw himself facedown on his bed. Why was T’bia taking so long? Was he actually taking long or did it just seem long? What if he’d changed his mind and didn’t want to see him anymore, or he’d been too forward inviting him to his room?
Considering he would have been perfectly happy sharing a bath, I don’t think an invitation to your weyr is too forward. Riquarth pointed out dryly. The brown was very proud of his rider, taking the initiative without prompting and inviting T’bia over, and he was perfectly confident that T’bia would be there. His rider was wonderful, why would T’bia not come? The other rider clearly liked M’dox, Riquarth was pretty sure just from watching their interactions, and he had the added bonus of Jycenth confirming it. No, M’dox’s worries were completely unfounded. He will be here, Riquarth reassured M’dox, suffusing their bond with affection, I can always contact Jycenth if you’re really worried, but I don’t think it’s necessary. M’dox shook his head, face smushed into his pillow.
“Nah, don’t ask Jycenth. I don’t want to interrupt his bath.” he said, voice muffled by the pillow though Riquarth could hear him perfectly anyway.
I imagine he’d like if you interrupted his bath. Riquarth said, the picture of innocence. M’dox whined into his pillow, trying to ignore the images his dragon conjured up. Of course, once he started thinking about how sharing a bath might go he couldn't get the thoughts to go away. Not that they were bad thoughts, exactly; some were quite nice actually, they were just…well, M’dox wanted to be able to look at T’bia without only blushing and stammering when the bluerider showed up. Thankfully at that moment there was a knock at the door and M’dox threw himself from the bed to go answer it, doing his best to shove down any images of T’bia in various states of undress before they got him in trouble. He opened the door, suddenly shy again, and let T’bia in with a soft ‘hi,’ smiling nervously at his friend, relief that T’bia had actually shown up palpable.
