29.Jul.19, 01:38 PM
“You’re so sweet, Kordi,” Misharan teased, “deciding not to break all those poor girls’ hearts by your mere existence. What a sacrifice you made for their wellbeing.” Not a sacrifice at all, by even the loosest meaning of the word, since Kordiavis had little to no interest in groups of strangers that expected something from him. Honestly, Misha was pretty sure the only reason Kordi had originally tolerated him was because he already liked Mylorah, and Mylo liked Misha so he was given a chance by association. Which he greatly appreciated, and by some miracle Kordiavis ended up actually liking him well enough to continue their friendship. No complaints from Misharan — Kordi’s antisocial tendencies just meant there was more of his time for Misha.
With a smug grin Misha took the mug, knowing it was proof that Kordiavis had in fact missed him. He downed the rest of the drink quickly — Kordi had a head start on him, after all — and cheerfully took the new mug from the serving woman, thanking her in chorus with Kordiavis.
“I am worth a drink and a half, truly you must love me,” he laughed, giving Kordi a very pleased smile. With Kordiavis, it really did mean he cared. Misharan took a sip of the new drink — was it the same as the last one? He honestly couldn't tell — and considered Kordiavis' question.
“Not really? I’ve gotten to know a few people better, and I think I may have helped an assistant at one of the stalls I was looking at realize he's into men, but I don't think that makes us friends.” Misha laughed, recalling the absolutely stunned look on the young man's face. He’d taken to glancing over at Misharan every few seconds the entire time he was there, and when Misha spoke to him — intentionally to fluster him, asking the price of something he had no intention of buying — the young man barely managed to stumble through the words. Misharan loved it. “Maybe I should track him down again, what do you think?” He grinned, taking another few sips.
With a smug grin Misha took the mug, knowing it was proof that Kordiavis had in fact missed him. He downed the rest of the drink quickly — Kordi had a head start on him, after all — and cheerfully took the new mug from the serving woman, thanking her in chorus with Kordiavis.
“I am worth a drink and a half, truly you must love me,” he laughed, giving Kordi a very pleased smile. With Kordiavis, it really did mean he cared. Misharan took a sip of the new drink — was it the same as the last one? He honestly couldn't tell — and considered Kordiavis' question.
“Not really? I’ve gotten to know a few people better, and I think I may have helped an assistant at one of the stalls I was looking at realize he's into men, but I don't think that makes us friends.” Misha laughed, recalling the absolutely stunned look on the young man's face. He’d taken to glancing over at Misharan every few seconds the entire time he was there, and when Misha spoke to him — intentionally to fluster him, asking the price of something he had no intention of buying — the young man barely managed to stumble through the words. Misharan loved it. “Maybe I should track him down again, what do you think?” He grinned, taking another few sips.