02.Jan.20, 03:35 AM
"Good, I hate going into bossy bronzerider mode. Casa keeps threatening to nominate me as her Weyrleader and I can't think of something I want less." He knew she was teasing him to see him squirm but T'ryn still had a smidgen of fear that she would actually put his name down as potential bronzeriders just to see him squirm in front of the leaders. Again, he wondered why he had such horrible people as his closest friends.
"Sounds like a plan. Who knows, maybe it'll become a habit and we'll eat together regularly." That would likely do Caz some good. Get him out of his shop some more and join T'ryn and friends at a table and socialise... yeah, he was definitely going to get that to happen at some point. He wouldn't push for it right away, though. Just getting Caz to take a break would be a huge step.
"I promise to stop in again soon with two plates in hand," he gave another boot-filled wave before turning and heading out. For the most part, that had been a fun visit and he came away with the coolest boots and pants that T'ryn couldn't wait to show off. But he would; he liked the idea of waiting until the party to show off the completed look and sales pitch to at least N'mor and maybe their dads. He was just going to do his best to not think about stripping off the pants and vowed to use oil the next time he wore them and to get out of them on his own, even if it took all night.
"Sounds like a plan. Who knows, maybe it'll become a habit and we'll eat together regularly." That would likely do Caz some good. Get him out of his shop some more and join T'ryn and friends at a table and socialise... yeah, he was definitely going to get that to happen at some point. He wouldn't push for it right away, though. Just getting Caz to take a break would be a huge step.
"I promise to stop in again soon with two plates in hand," he gave another boot-filled wave before turning and heading out. For the most part, that had been a fun visit and he came away with the coolest boots and pants that T'ryn couldn't wait to show off. But he would; he liked the idea of waiting until the party to show off the completed look and sales pitch to at least N'mor and maybe their dads. He was just going to do his best to not think about stripping off the pants and vowed to use oil the next time he wore them and to get out of them on his own, even if it took all night.