24.Aug.13, 12:48 AM
Z'jan couldn't help but grin: "If I had a mark for everytime I heard ' I won't start the race until your pants are off'..." he laughed, but left the rest of the sentence unfinished. Namely because it was honestly the first time he'd ever heard it.
And while Z'jan hadn't reeaally been suggesting they take their pants off... well, O'wain was already naked now. So, that happened. And Z'jan couldn't exactly leave the other guy hanging. Not that O'wain was hanging... persay...
Z'jan made no verbal comment on O'wain's personal 'summoned wood,' though as he struggled out of his own pants (which insisted on sticking to his legs in all their damp splendor) he did reconsider their friendship so far. Was O'wain coming onto him? We're they actually have a romantic lakeside dinner that would inevitably lead to a vivacious roll in the hay? Or...sand, rather. Z'jan was unsure. A confused look crossed his face, which coupled strangely with his attempts to get out of his pants. In the end, he came only to one conclusion:
Either way, did it matter? Neh... not really. Whatever.
And with that established, now faking his difficulty undressing, Z'jan suddenly took off towards the lake. A ruse! But while he was excellent at mischief, he was often terrible at tricks. Who knew how much of a headstart that had bought him, if any. Maybe the brownrider had seen it coming the whole time, and was silently shaking his head.
Either way... did it matter? Nooope
~~
innnncomiiiiing!
Ghalath lifted her head abruptly as a naked blur came streaking from the woods towards the lakeside. The blur's dark head of hair and lithe yet muscular 5'10 physique was all too familiar to her...
She looked awkwardly at Nishkath, then back to Z'jan, giving him her best rendition of a draconic frown.
[ghalath] I can't take you anywhere [/ghalath]
And while Z'jan hadn't reeaally been suggesting they take their pants off... well, O'wain was already naked now. So, that happened. And Z'jan couldn't exactly leave the other guy hanging. Not that O'wain was hanging... persay...
Z'jan made no verbal comment on O'wain's personal 'summoned wood,' though as he struggled out of his own pants (which insisted on sticking to his legs in all their damp splendor) he did reconsider their friendship so far. Was O'wain coming onto him? We're they actually have a romantic lakeside dinner that would inevitably lead to a vivacious roll in the hay? Or...sand, rather. Z'jan was unsure. A confused look crossed his face, which coupled strangely with his attempts to get out of his pants. In the end, he came only to one conclusion:
Either way, did it matter? Neh... not really. Whatever.
And with that established, now faking his difficulty undressing, Z'jan suddenly took off towards the lake. A ruse! But while he was excellent at mischief, he was often terrible at tricks. Who knew how much of a headstart that had bought him, if any. Maybe the brownrider had seen it coming the whole time, and was silently shaking his head.
Either way... did it matter? Nooope
~~
innnncomiiiiing!
Ghalath lifted her head abruptly as a naked blur came streaking from the woods towards the lakeside. The blur's dark head of hair and lithe yet muscular 5'10 physique was all too familiar to her...
She looked awkwardly at Nishkath, then back to Z'jan, giving him her best rendition of a draconic frown.
[ghalath] I can't take you anywhere [/ghalath]