24.May.19, 09:52 AM
Indivara snorted dismissively at Val’s retort, waving her own free hand in reply, brushing his words away and into the fogginess of the bathing chamber. “If you say so,” she replied, the words coming out in a sing-song way that quite clearly implied that Val could say whatever he wanted; he was wrong and she knew it. Smug as she was, Indivara gave Val an irritated look when he got all antsy about his records, the girl refusing to dignify his words by snidely pointing out she’d already had them returned to his precious desk by his precious firelizard. It wasn’t every day Indivara gave up the opportunity to pick a fight, but it also wasn’t every day she had such a delicious piece of information to (quite literally) hold over his head.
“Guess,” she demanded, scowling when all he did was stare up at her with his stupid face all expectant and placid and she wanted to punch him. Instead, Indivara kicked water at Val, though she was careful not to kick him, because as much as he made her furious, she did still love the bastard and didn’t actually enjoy hurting him. Mostly. She did like punching him, but he tended to be able to take the irritated attacks to shoulders and chest. Kicking him in the face was a bit more than Indivara was inclined towards… Though there was that one time when she’d been sick and ended up upside-down in their bed… But she digressed.
“I hate you,” Indivara said quite seriously, waging a finger in Val’s direction and crossing her arms irritably, before lifting her chin and smirking down at him. “Thallyath flew today,” Indivara said, knowing that Val knew who all the golds were, and he probably had all the bronzes down too. Indivara knew most of them, but not with the precision that Val knew names and partnerships. “She was won by Faxxonth,” a pause. “Blue Faxxonth.” And Indivara burst into peals of laughter. Later, she’d probably be irritated that there was another woman on blue – she’d been the only one for quite a while – and the fact that a blue won gold would get old, fast, but not before Veeth truly and wonderful drove Val up the wall with ‘but why can’t I win one?’ that she was sure would follow.
“Guess,” she demanded, scowling when all he did was stare up at her with his stupid face all expectant and placid and she wanted to punch him. Instead, Indivara kicked water at Val, though she was careful not to kick him, because as much as he made her furious, she did still love the bastard and didn’t actually enjoy hurting him. Mostly. She did like punching him, but he tended to be able to take the irritated attacks to shoulders and chest. Kicking him in the face was a bit more than Indivara was inclined towards… Though there was that one time when she’d been sick and ended up upside-down in their bed… But she digressed.
“I hate you,” Indivara said quite seriously, waging a finger in Val’s direction and crossing her arms irritably, before lifting her chin and smirking down at him. “Thallyath flew today,” Indivara said, knowing that Val knew who all the golds were, and he probably had all the bronzes down too. Indivara knew most of them, but not with the precision that Val knew names and partnerships. “She was won by Faxxonth,” a pause. “Blue Faxxonth.” And Indivara burst into peals of laughter. Later, she’d probably be irritated that there was another woman on blue – she’d been the only one for quite a while – and the fact that a blue won gold would get old, fast, but not before Veeth truly and wonderful drove Val up the wall with ‘but why can’t I win one?’ that she was sure would follow.