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19.Jun.19, 04:21 AM
It wasn’t terribly unusual for Misha to invade the weyrs or rooms of his friends, showing up with little warning — he had no firelizard of his own, after all, and no dragon yet either — and inviting himself to hang out with them once they’d opened their doors. Some people got visits more than others, due to things like proximity and tolerance of Misharan’s shenanigans. C’dhin was one of his favorite friends to drop in on, as he was in an easy to reach part of Telgar, he had a rather high Misha tolerance level, and Misharan almost always ended up with at least one beautifully baked treat or another.
So it was C’dhin whose schedule he’d decided to insinuate himself into that afternoon, dropping by a few hours after lunch, greeting his friend with a hug before peeking into the kitchen to say if anything tasty was in the making. There was, of course, but it wasn't done yet, but that was fine. Misha was perfectly happy to let C’dhin continue with whatever baking miracles he did and do the bulk of the talking. Mostly he told random stories of things he’d done recently or shared gossip he’d heard from this or that person or even commented on the weather (it had been nice recently, that kind of early summer before it turned grossly hot), letting C’dhin chime in as he felt like contributing.
There was a story Misha told, something silly about some situation a Candidate friend of his had gotten into — the young man was Searched, like Misharan, but hadn't been in the Weyrs nearly as long and still sometimes found himself bowled over by some new fact about weyrlife that had him making the silliest stunned faces — but in the telling of it he'd listed a few of the people involved, and one of the people there reminded Misha of another story, though a much less enjoyable one. He finished his tale, ending in the complete embarrassment of his Searched friend in front of at least twelve people, before trailing off, his thoughts going down the detour it had stumbled upon.
There had been something one of those twelve people had said, not at the time of the story but a few days later, that had stuck wth Misharan, catching on him like a thorn. Luthan had called him annoying, and not in the friendly ‘you're a pain in my ass but I love you anyway' fashion, but like he actually meant it. Like he thought the way Misha acted was irritating and he didn’t want to be around it. And Misha hadn’t expected it all, he’d genuinely thought he and Luthan were friends. The other Candidate was clever and funny and spent a lot of time in the same social circles as Misharan. He and Misha bantered sometimes, and Misharan always thought it was in good fun. Had he read the other Candidate so poorly? Was he reading everyone poorly? Did everyone think he was obnoxious and secretly wished he would just go away? Misha liked to think he did what he wanted and fuck everyone else, but he really did want people to like him. If people thought he was annoying, did his friends just tolerate him? Mylorah he knew actually liked him, and Kordiavis, but with a lot of his friends he’d just kind of enthusiastically invited himself into their lives and what if they were just sort of tolerating him? What if when he stopped by to spend time with them they just wanted him to leave? Did C'dhin want him to leave?
“I’m not annoying, am I?” Misharan asked suddenly, turning to frown at C’dhin. “Like, you like me, right?” C’dhin was nice and would probably let him hang around even if he didn’t like Misha, but he was also almost certainly the kind of nice that if you directly asked him if he liked you he would actually tell the truth. Which Misharan really wanted right then. C’dhin couldn’t think he was obnoxious to spend time with, he let Misharan visit all the time and had for months, but what if? Misha had to be sure.
So it was C’dhin whose schedule he’d decided to insinuate himself into that afternoon, dropping by a few hours after lunch, greeting his friend with a hug before peeking into the kitchen to say if anything tasty was in the making. There was, of course, but it wasn't done yet, but that was fine. Misha was perfectly happy to let C’dhin continue with whatever baking miracles he did and do the bulk of the talking. Mostly he told random stories of things he’d done recently or shared gossip he’d heard from this or that person or even commented on the weather (it had been nice recently, that kind of early summer before it turned grossly hot), letting C’dhin chime in as he felt like contributing.
There was a story Misha told, something silly about some situation a Candidate friend of his had gotten into — the young man was Searched, like Misharan, but hadn't been in the Weyrs nearly as long and still sometimes found himself bowled over by some new fact about weyrlife that had him making the silliest stunned faces — but in the telling of it he'd listed a few of the people involved, and one of the people there reminded Misha of another story, though a much less enjoyable one. He finished his tale, ending in the complete embarrassment of his Searched friend in front of at least twelve people, before trailing off, his thoughts going down the detour it had stumbled upon.
There had been something one of those twelve people had said, not at the time of the story but a few days later, that had stuck wth Misharan, catching on him like a thorn. Luthan had called him annoying, and not in the friendly ‘you're a pain in my ass but I love you anyway' fashion, but like he actually meant it. Like he thought the way Misha acted was irritating and he didn’t want to be around it. And Misha hadn’t expected it all, he’d genuinely thought he and Luthan were friends. The other Candidate was clever and funny and spent a lot of time in the same social circles as Misharan. He and Misha bantered sometimes, and Misharan always thought it was in good fun. Had he read the other Candidate so poorly? Was he reading everyone poorly? Did everyone think he was obnoxious and secretly wished he would just go away? Misha liked to think he did what he wanted and fuck everyone else, but he really did want people to like him. If people thought he was annoying, did his friends just tolerate him? Mylorah he knew actually liked him, and Kordiavis, but with a lot of his friends he’d just kind of enthusiastically invited himself into their lives and what if they were just sort of tolerating him? What if when he stopped by to spend time with them they just wanted him to leave? Did C'dhin want him to leave?
“I’m not annoying, am I?” Misharan asked suddenly, turning to frown at C’dhin. “Like, you like me, right?” C’dhin was nice and would probably let him hang around even if he didn’t like Misha, but he was also almost certainly the kind of nice that if you directly asked him if he liked you he would actually tell the truth. Which Misharan really wanted right then. C’dhin couldn’t think he was obnoxious to spend time with, he let Misharan visit all the time and had for months, but what if? Misha had to be sure.
