17.May.19, 09:44 AM
“Oi! T!” Shouldering the door open, N’mor entered without a care in the world, knowing that their dragons would have well and truly warned one or both of them if his friend had company that didn’t need an audience. When T’ryn didn’t appear out of thin air at the sound of his voice, N’mor’s cheerful and bright smile faded into a frown and he peered around. After a few moments, he rolled his eyes and bounced with his father’s energy to the door of T’ryn’s bedroom, shouldering that door open, too. “Oi, you lazy bastard! Git out of bed!” Laughter fluttered in N’mor’s voice, and with a smirk he threw himself at the bed, landing on the lower corner and bouncing. He then stole most of T’ryn’s blankets.
“Happy Birthday.” N’mor teased, smirking mischievously at the sleep tussled man he called friend, hugging his armload of blankets and an air of false innocence. “You might want to get dressed,” he continued, nonchalant, “else our fathers will be here and sweeping you away for family celebrations.” Which was exactly what had happened for N’mor’s birthday just recently; he’d enjoyed a lazy morning and then bam before he knew it, he and Z’rin and anyone else B’jin and R’nd found along the way that was known to be family (or as good as) was swept off to Auntie Rell’s, where they were shoved full of food, booze, and good times.
It had been great, but it had also consumed all of N’mor’s birthday when he’d honestly just wanted to chill out with Z’rin and then go find T’ryn to spend the evening drinking and playing cards or whatever they decided on, like they had before N’mor had ended up mated. He missed those days, and so went out of his way to make time for his best friend. He was glad Z’rin was so relaxed and happy to let him do his own thing. He’d seen what some people could be like when in a relationship, and ‘me time’ had not been something his father had been allowed. N’mor did not want a love life like that!
“Get dressed,” N’mor commanded, grinning as he slid off the bed and turned, taking the blankets with him and jogging out the door; he didn’t look back, just in case T’ryn had no pants on. It was, after all, a distinct possibility. “I’m taking you shopping!” And he laughed, because he could imagine T’ryn’s indignant face.
“Happy Birthday.” N’mor teased, smirking mischievously at the sleep tussled man he called friend, hugging his armload of blankets and an air of false innocence. “You might want to get dressed,” he continued, nonchalant, “else our fathers will be here and sweeping you away for family celebrations.” Which was exactly what had happened for N’mor’s birthday just recently; he’d enjoyed a lazy morning and then bam before he knew it, he and Z’rin and anyone else B’jin and R’nd found along the way that was known to be family (or as good as) was swept off to Auntie Rell’s, where they were shoved full of food, booze, and good times.
It had been great, but it had also consumed all of N’mor’s birthday when he’d honestly just wanted to chill out with Z’rin and then go find T’ryn to spend the evening drinking and playing cards or whatever they decided on, like they had before N’mor had ended up mated. He missed those days, and so went out of his way to make time for his best friend. He was glad Z’rin was so relaxed and happy to let him do his own thing. He’d seen what some people could be like when in a relationship, and ‘me time’ had not been something his father had been allowed. N’mor did not want a love life like that!
“Get dressed,” N’mor commanded, grinning as he slid off the bed and turned, taking the blankets with him and jogging out the door; he didn’t look back, just in case T’ryn had no pants on. It was, after all, a distinct possibility. “I’m taking you shopping!” And he laughed, because he could imagine T’ryn’s indignant face.