02.Mar.14, 08:46 AM
“He held me up so I could reach!” T’bia grinned, weight shifting forward slightly on the balls of his feet so he swung forward excitedly, hands gesturing as he demonstrated out Jycenth had held him up; He was so unbalanced when R’nd pulled him in for a hug, with T’bia squeaking as he fell forward against R’nd. The boy scrabbled to find his footing once more and not somehow damage the flowers and bag of fruit he knew R’nd was still holding even as he flailed.
He accepted the hug easily, once he had regained his and returned it gleefully. Bouncing on the spot when R’nd released him, T’bia was still grinning brightly, at ease now that he was convinced B’jin was not going to come storming out half-dressed and murder him! “They were Jy’s idea, because I couldn’t think of anything,” the sentence was spoken with a very clear pout, and the dramatic air given to the final word was almost funny, but T’bia was not trying for dramatics; it just came naturally to the sixteen year old.
“Yes we did! We owe you so much!” Eyes huge, T’bia stared up at R’nd as if he were slightly insane for thinking nothing was needed. T’bia was sure he would be gifting R’nd and B’jin gifts of thanks until he was as wrinkly and old as … as… someone old! He said as much, throwing his arms out dramatically when his mind failed to think of a suitably old and wrinkly example.