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04.Sep.19, 10:22 PM
“Saying they’re sugar-free will not keep me from getting rounder,” Misha said with a pout. He didn’t actually care that much, Sh’ran was sure he’d be able to work off anything he put on once he could do things other than sit in a weyr all day, and he would always be extraordinarily pretty no matter what, but it was something he could gripe about that was far less serious than, say, the health of his dragonet or how their future might go. Which were much more anxiety inducing than the risk of over-consuming delectable baked goods. “I’ll still eat everything you bring, obviously, because I can’t say no to you or anything you bake, and it would be unfair of me to deny my classmates and the Healers their share now they’ve gotten a taste, but I’m definitely holding you responsible,” he said fondly, taking another few bites of cupcake. The cupcakes really were fucking amazing. He’d manage to not eat them all and make himself sick for Dyoricath, though.
It took Sh’ran a second to figure out who their mutual friend in Telgar Hold was. He did remember though, perhaps too well, and squashed those memories down. Something told him Dyoricath wouldn’t take such thoughts well. Not with the way the little blue kept glaring at C’dhin. Misha didn’t even have the energy to do anything naughty with his greenrider, he just wanted to use him as a pillow. Apparently Dyoricath’s definition of ‘intimacy’ was much broader than his.
“Thanks for the message. Something tells me he won’t be the only friend I don’t see until after graduation,” Sh’ran said with a sigh. To console himself he tried one of the cookies and was quickly engrossed by how good it was. Ugh, he really was going to get fat if he was going to eat sweets to distract himself every time he started thinking about sex or attractive men. He sighed again, finishing off the cookie and licking the crumbs off his fingers. Dyoricath was so lucky Sh’ran loved him, he decided, looking back over at the blue who was still watching them from his perch on Coroth’s neck, and smiled at how cute Dyo’s grumpy face was.
It took Sh’ran a second to figure out who their mutual friend in Telgar Hold was. He did remember though, perhaps too well, and squashed those memories down. Something told him Dyoricath wouldn’t take such thoughts well. Not with the way the little blue kept glaring at C’dhin. Misha didn’t even have the energy to do anything naughty with his greenrider, he just wanted to use him as a pillow. Apparently Dyoricath’s definition of ‘intimacy’ was much broader than his.
“Thanks for the message. Something tells me he won’t be the only friend I don’t see until after graduation,” Sh’ran said with a sigh. To console himself he tried one of the cookies and was quickly engrossed by how good it was. Ugh, he really was going to get fat if he was going to eat sweets to distract himself every time he started thinking about sex or attractive men. He sighed again, finishing off the cookie and licking the crumbs off his fingers. Dyoricath was so lucky Sh’ran loved him, he decided, looking back over at the blue who was still watching them from his perch on Coroth’s neck, and smiled at how cute Dyo’s grumpy face was.
