08.Apr.19, 03:05 AM
M’dox watched helplessly as T’bia tripped his way across the room. The bluerider was moving too fast for his sleep-slowed brain to form words to warn him when T’bia was a little too close to a poorly placed pillow, but he did manage to sit up to keep a closer eye on him. He really should clean, ever, but the weyr always felt so empty when he did. M’dox still placed his feet in the small empty spaces on the floor that had been open before he’d cleaned, even when the whole patch of floor was now bare. He was just so used to stepping around things. T’bia, on the other hand, definitely had not reached that point.
“You — oh, all right,” he said, blinking as T’bia kissed his cheek and bounded out of the room. M’dox stared blankly after him for a long moment before sighing deeply and brushing the blanket down from around his shoulders and sliding off the bed, very glad that he had plenty of rugs on the floor to keep his feet from touching stone directly. He didn’t like cold feet.
He set about kicking some of the pillows off to the side so they weren’t so directly in tripping range. They ended up in something of a pile, which M’dox thought looked cozy and lovely to curl up in. He resisted though, knowing there was a chance he’d just fall back asleep if he sat down just then. Instead he continued to make his weyr a little safer for excitable blueriders who were prone to tripping. By the time T’bia came back, M’dox was finally mostly awake and functional.
“Hey,” M’dox greeted his boyfriend with a soft smile, “I, uh, cleared a bit of space.”
“You — oh, all right,” he said, blinking as T’bia kissed his cheek and bounded out of the room. M’dox stared blankly after him for a long moment before sighing deeply and brushing the blanket down from around his shoulders and sliding off the bed, very glad that he had plenty of rugs on the floor to keep his feet from touching stone directly. He didn’t like cold feet.
He set about kicking some of the pillows off to the side so they weren’t so directly in tripping range. They ended up in something of a pile, which M’dox thought looked cozy and lovely to curl up in. He resisted though, knowing there was a chance he’d just fall back asleep if he sat down just then. Instead he continued to make his weyr a little safer for excitable blueriders who were prone to tripping. By the time T’bia came back, M’dox was finally mostly awake and functional.
“Hey,” M’dox greeted his boyfriend with a soft smile, “I, uh, cleared a bit of space.”