15.May.12, 01:22 PM
Well, she was talking. I'shan swallowed hard, realizing at once that he had no choice other than to turn around and face his doom. His face was streaked with tears and his lithe body was tense with discomfort and misgiving as he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and inching around in a circle, gradually turning to face her without leaving the floor.
"Hi, Par'a," he mumbled, hanging his head in almost comical shame. While totally aghast with the horror of sleeping with a woman, he was also completely ashamed of himself for crying over it. Par'a was his friend! He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
He swallowed hard and looked up at her. He didn't fail to notice that she was wearing his shirt, but it seemed like a small point on a long bulleted list of problems at this point.
You are in trouble. You BEAST.
Shel, dear? You are complaining particularly bitterly today
I'shan produced a massive frown.
"Um...okay," he said at length, not sure what else to do. After all, he was refusing to talk to his dragon and Para' was holding his shirt hostage. What else could he do? He slowly crawled into the bed and discreetly pulled the sheet over his lap. It was one of perhaps a half-dozen moments in his life that he'd ever shown even a small degree of shame over such things.
He offered he an awkward smile. Oh shards, what was he supposed to say? He'd just run in terror from the mothers of his flightkids. He couldn't run in terror from Par'a, though!
He sniffled.
"Hi, Par'a," he mumbled, hanging his head in almost comical shame. While totally aghast with the horror of sleeping with a woman, he was also completely ashamed of himself for crying over it. Par'a was his friend! He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
He swallowed hard and looked up at her. He didn't fail to notice that she was wearing his shirt, but it seemed like a small point on a long bulleted list of problems at this point.
You are in trouble. You BEAST.
Shel, dear? You are complaining particularly bitterly today
I'shan produced a massive frown.
"Um...okay," he said at length, not sure what else to do. After all, he was refusing to talk to his dragon and Para' was holding his shirt hostage. What else could he do? He slowly crawled into the bed and discreetly pulled the sheet over his lap. It was one of perhaps a half-dozen moments in his life that he'd ever shown even a small degree of shame over such things.
He offered he an awkward smile. Oh shards, what was he supposed to say? He'd just run in terror from the mothers of his flightkids. He couldn't run in terror from Par'a, though!
He sniffled.