10.Feb.12, 03:46 AM
B'jin waved off Talian's concern with an amused, tolerant smile. "It's fine Tal, I just surprised myself, that's all." The throb in his chin had faded already, and if it didn't completely vanish soon, he wasn't allergic to fellis juice. That, of course, couldn't be taken until the children were returned to their mothers, lest they wreak havoc upon himself, his dragon and his home while he was unconscious. He'd survive, until then, of course. He had for the past forty seven turns and it was just a small ache. The headache was really what was going to be a bother. Why do you have a sore head? Larrikith asked quietly, her tone suspicious. If it was alcohol induced, she was going to be particularly loud and obnoxious. However, if it were justified (which hangovers never where, whatever B'jin proclaimed) she would play nice.
"It's nothing, love. I'll be fine. Just, keep your voice down, please." B'jin fingered his right temple as he spoke aloud, partially for Talian's sake, and partly because it was easier than trying to dictate thoughts with a pounding headache. He felt Larrikith withdraw without further comment, and gave a soft sigh as he returned his attention fully to Talian.
"Obviously," B'jin smirked, getting comfortable, though his voice was notably lower in volume as he settled himself and peered at Talian with amusement. B'jin had heard his share of stories about the young man in question. Highly entertaining sotires - the boy was a born Weyrbrat, whether he admitted it or not. "Ahh," B'jin breathed, though the expression was wrapped in amusement. He could hardly imagine Talian drinking heavily, which meant he was most likely a lightweight. That, of course, was highly amusing and slightly disturbing. His expression flickered into wary amusement as Talian continued. "I don't doubt him," B'jin said cautiously, though his expression was slightly worried. "You are over flowing with mixed signals."
B'jin snorted, and clapped a hand lightly over his mouth at Talian's admittance, reading between the lines as the young man apparently died of shame by admitting as much. "Ah Tal," B'jin giggled. "You could have ended it a lot worse than that," B'jin was still giggling softly to himself. "You didn't shove the poor man off the bed, did you?" B'jin's chastised and amused face indicated that was exactly what he had done himself, though his little spurts of giggles continued.
"It's nothing, love. I'll be fine. Just, keep your voice down, please." B'jin fingered his right temple as he spoke aloud, partially for Talian's sake, and partly because it was easier than trying to dictate thoughts with a pounding headache. He felt Larrikith withdraw without further comment, and gave a soft sigh as he returned his attention fully to Talian.
"Obviously," B'jin smirked, getting comfortable, though his voice was notably lower in volume as he settled himself and peered at Talian with amusement. B'jin had heard his share of stories about the young man in question. Highly entertaining sotires - the boy was a born Weyrbrat, whether he admitted it or not. "Ahh," B'jin breathed, though the expression was wrapped in amusement. He could hardly imagine Talian drinking heavily, which meant he was most likely a lightweight. That, of course, was highly amusing and slightly disturbing. His expression flickered into wary amusement as Talian continued. "I don't doubt him," B'jin said cautiously, though his expression was slightly worried. "You are over flowing with mixed signals."
B'jin snorted, and clapped a hand lightly over his mouth at Talian's admittance, reading between the lines as the young man apparently died of shame by admitting as much. "Ah Tal," B'jin giggled. "You could have ended it a lot worse than that," B'jin was still giggling softly to himself. "You didn't shove the poor man off the bed, did you?" B'jin's chastised and amused face indicated that was exactly what he had done himself, though his little spurts of giggles continued.