10.Jan.13, 09:38 AM
“No!” Half snap, half sulk, and completely scandalised, B’jin clung to the shirt when Valerian made a grab for it, squeaking at how close the young man’s hands came to goods he wasn’t prepared to share with him on his own terms. A slap was given to the weyrling’s hand before he finally withdrew and B’jin scowled at him grumpily. There was an air of wariness under the irritation now, as B’jin eyed Valerian sceptically; he hadn’t really heard that many whispers about Valerian being blue and the kid didn’t really strike him as one of those blues either, despite rumours that he’d ended up with both Z’ia and D’hys more than once. Then there was that time – Ugh!
B’jin’s face crumpled into a look of disgust and slight pain. Eww, eww, ew, ew, ew, eww. Eww! B’jin tended to not think about the fact that he’d slept with half the weyr because of Larrikith’s fickle desires, and as a result could probably have said he’d slept with the entire weyr, even if most of it were second hand… Which meant he’d – eww! So, so many eww. B’jin’s nose scrunched up, eyes watering slightly from the disgusting icky feeling. Good Faranth he was going to puke. He needed to puke. He would have to spend all turn in the fucking bathing houses to scrub second hand Talian off his skin. Eww!
Grumbling under his breath, B’jin used the opportunity Valerian presented to pull his pants on, eyeing the young man warily to make sure he didn’t try to peek and flushed crimson when he did catch Valerian shooting a glance at him. The shirt was thrown at the young bluerider, aiming at his face before B’jin reached over to pick his own shirt up and tugged in on. He was still grumbling under his breath. He would need to drown himself to wash all the Valerian off him. Ugh. Another dirty look was given to the Weyrling. He’d be lucky if R’nd ever touched him again. He reeked of Valerian.
“Flying S’kef was less traumatising.” The grumble was dry and humourless, the greenrider shaking his head. Flying S’kef had been far more physically harmful, of course; it had taken far too long to regain proper brain function again, never mind the ability to move without causing pain. B’jin had never bothered to get the final score off Talian about how much damage had been done to him. He’d had worse bones broken than his ribs and what was a little concussion? Sighing softly, B’jin gave Valerian an apologetic smile, marginally more comfortable now he was fully clothed once more. “You’re a good flight partner, Val.” The words were genuine, even as B’jin followed it up with a determined scowl. “But please don’t let your dragon catch mine ever again.”
B’jin’s face crumpled into a look of disgust and slight pain. Eww, eww, ew, ew, ew, eww. Eww! B’jin tended to not think about the fact that he’d slept with half the weyr because of Larrikith’s fickle desires, and as a result could probably have said he’d slept with the entire weyr, even if most of it were second hand… Which meant he’d – eww! So, so many eww. B’jin’s nose scrunched up, eyes watering slightly from the disgusting icky feeling. Good Faranth he was going to puke. He needed to puke. He would have to spend all turn in the fucking bathing houses to scrub second hand Talian off his skin. Eww!
Grumbling under his breath, B’jin used the opportunity Valerian presented to pull his pants on, eyeing the young man warily to make sure he didn’t try to peek and flushed crimson when he did catch Valerian shooting a glance at him. The shirt was thrown at the young bluerider, aiming at his face before B’jin reached over to pick his own shirt up and tugged in on. He was still grumbling under his breath. He would need to drown himself to wash all the Valerian off him. Ugh. Another dirty look was given to the Weyrling. He’d be lucky if R’nd ever touched him again. He reeked of Valerian.
“Flying S’kef was less traumatising.” The grumble was dry and humourless, the greenrider shaking his head. Flying S’kef had been far more physically harmful, of course; it had taken far too long to regain proper brain function again, never mind the ability to move without causing pain. B’jin had never bothered to get the final score off Talian about how much damage had been done to him. He’d had worse bones broken than his ribs and what was a little concussion? Sighing softly, B’jin gave Valerian an apologetic smile, marginally more comfortable now he was fully clothed once more. “You’re a good flight partner, Val.” The words were genuine, even as B’jin followed it up with a determined scowl. “But please don’t let your dragon catch mine ever again.”