08.Jan.20, 06:14 AM
Nerreh frowned at the sudden coughing from Caz. Matched with the way he had been favoring his back, Nerreh had a suspicion. Idiot had probably been out and about all day, needed his chest flat, and been wearing bindings way to long. Not that Nerreh should really talk, he’d done the same plenty of times (even staid laid up in bed for a whole day once his ribs and back hurt so much), and was hardly going to stop, but still, he knew what Caz was feeling. Honestly, the only reason his own back wasn’t hurting at the moment was due to spending most of the day in his own weyr and not bothering to wear more than his riding jacket for compression. Still, the middle of the hall, even late at night, was not the place to fuss over Caz for binding to long, even late at night, so Nerreh brushed it aside for the moment and continued on towards the next bathroom, answering Caz’s questions.
“Nah, not flights, Flights, there’s a difference,” Nerreh shook his head, trying to make the emphasize on the word clear. “So, I mentioned how dragons have sex, right?” He launched into a description of Flights and how they affected their riders and how they were probably the origin for a lot of the orgy and sex fiend rumors. And how they really had nothing to do with how the rider felt about sex, but probably contributed to the openness in Weyrs overall. Can’t worry about fidelity to a wife when your dragon was horny, after all, and who knows when babies might show up. Nerreh was always very careful to avoid that particular side effect (hooray for between).
They reached the next bathroom, and Nerreh opened the door to let Caz inside to check the room out. He watched Caz cough a few times again, then stepped in himself, closing the door behind him.
“Hey, Caz, not to overstep my bounds or anything, but if you aren’t careful you’re really gonna fuck up your back,” he said after checking the door was solidly closed and no one would be able to hear the conversation. Caz was the only person he knew even kind of like him, and he didn’t want the guy to get further hurt unnecessarily. Nerreh wasn’t going to say anything to anyone, after all, so he could take the thing off without outing himself.
“Nah, not flights, Flights, there’s a difference,” Nerreh shook his head, trying to make the emphasize on the word clear. “So, I mentioned how dragons have sex, right?” He launched into a description of Flights and how they affected their riders and how they were probably the origin for a lot of the orgy and sex fiend rumors. And how they really had nothing to do with how the rider felt about sex, but probably contributed to the openness in Weyrs overall. Can’t worry about fidelity to a wife when your dragon was horny, after all, and who knows when babies might show up. Nerreh was always very careful to avoid that particular side effect (hooray for between).
They reached the next bathroom, and Nerreh opened the door to let Caz inside to check the room out. He watched Caz cough a few times again, then stepped in himself, closing the door behind him.
“Hey, Caz, not to overstep my bounds or anything, but if you aren’t careful you’re really gonna fuck up your back,” he said after checking the door was solidly closed and no one would be able to hear the conversation. Caz was the only person he knew even kind of like him, and he didn’t want the guy to get further hurt unnecessarily. Nerreh wasn’t going to say anything to anyone, after all, so he could take the thing off without outing himself.