05.Jun.22, 05:22 PM
"Pretty sure it was just an asshole brownrider. I've gotten in trouble for just hitting before for spooking her," A'mos wanted to grumble and glower, but it was hard to actually be upset at the moment. After all, the bronze had already handled it and made Fayath feel safe and secure and how she felt was the most important thing. It was hard to be upset when she was clearly so happy and content among other things.
A'mos huffed slightly and nodded, the motion making him nuzzle into the bronzerider the same way that Fayath nuzzled into her winner. It almost seemed rude to get D'sen's name from her rather than from the man directly, so he tried not to mention that she'd gently whispered it to him once he'd settled in to his own snuggle. "Yeah, I know the signs, they taught us what proddy greens are like. Fayath is just very... subdued. She's too timid, I have to watch out for her and keep her safe. So I thought something or someone was just upsetting her instead of realizing." That he knew would just take time and practice for him to get used to recognizing.
As he was pulled closer against D'sen's chest, A'mos couldn't help but wrap his own arms around the other man in kind, fingers lazily sliding along the skin of his back. Lazily, without thinking about it, he set a gentle kiss to the bronzerider's chest before he realized what he was doing and turned a shade pink from embarrassment. That was probably too much, but he didn't want to call more attention to it, instead going back to an earlier topic. "I've broken V'lis's nose a couple times, and his brown managed to hurt a blue badly enough he needed stitches after the last flight they were in. He just sets me on edge so... sorry again about your nose. Not sure what I could do to help or make up for that." His usual suggestion, a free hit in return, never went well with Fayath and now certainly did not seem the appropriate time. "You win many other flights? Probably haven't gotten punched during those..."
A'mos huffed slightly and nodded, the motion making him nuzzle into the bronzerider the same way that Fayath nuzzled into her winner. It almost seemed rude to get D'sen's name from her rather than from the man directly, so he tried not to mention that she'd gently whispered it to him once he'd settled in to his own snuggle. "Yeah, I know the signs, they taught us what proddy greens are like. Fayath is just very... subdued. She's too timid, I have to watch out for her and keep her safe. So I thought something or someone was just upsetting her instead of realizing." That he knew would just take time and practice for him to get used to recognizing.
As he was pulled closer against D'sen's chest, A'mos couldn't help but wrap his own arms around the other man in kind, fingers lazily sliding along the skin of his back. Lazily, without thinking about it, he set a gentle kiss to the bronzerider's chest before he realized what he was doing and turned a shade pink from embarrassment. That was probably too much, but he didn't want to call more attention to it, instead going back to an earlier topic. "I've broken V'lis's nose a couple times, and his brown managed to hurt a blue badly enough he needed stitches after the last flight they were in. He just sets me on edge so... sorry again about your nose. Not sure what I could do to help or make up for that." His usual suggestion, a free hit in return, never went well with Fayath and now certainly did not seem the appropriate time. "You win many other flights? Probably haven't gotten punched during those..."