30.Mar.14, 10:13 PM
B’jin had been doing so well at not laughing! He had managed to keep the cheerful sound well within, locked behind his far too smug smile, but the words that finally tumbled free from Valerian’s lips broke the dam, and B’jin’s laughter flowed free with delight. He shook his head slightly, not in answer but a general response, and rolled off Valerian to sit up, taking most of the light blanket with him. Settling the blanket over his lap almost unconsciously, B’jin folded his hands and grinned at the young bluerider.
“You snore,” he stated cheerfully, with absolutely no idea if Valerian really did snore or not. It was the first thing that came to mind to tease the young man about, and B’jin was happy to use it. Who needed truth? That said, B’jin was pretty sure if Valerian snored, Indivara would have shoved that fact sideways down his throat and found a new bedmate. That girl was prickly!
With a sudden frown, B’jin leaned forward, reaching out gently to tilt Valerian’s head so he could better see the damage he had left trailing down the man’s neck. B’jin grimaced, withdrawing his hand slowly and his expression altering into one of apology. “Sorry,” was the only word spoken on a low murmur. As himself, B’jin was disinclined to be rough; Larrikith’s flights, though, left him much more spitfire and inclined to bite and scratch with far more force than passion. Even R’nd tended to come out looking a bit worse for wear from time to time.
“You snore,” he stated cheerfully, with absolutely no idea if Valerian really did snore or not. It was the first thing that came to mind to tease the young man about, and B’jin was happy to use it. Who needed truth? That said, B’jin was pretty sure if Valerian snored, Indivara would have shoved that fact sideways down his throat and found a new bedmate. That girl was prickly!
With a sudden frown, B’jin leaned forward, reaching out gently to tilt Valerian’s head so he could better see the damage he had left trailing down the man’s neck. B’jin grimaced, withdrawing his hand slowly and his expression altering into one of apology. “Sorry,” was the only word spoken on a low murmur. As himself, B’jin was disinclined to be rough; Larrikith’s flights, though, left him much more spitfire and inclined to bite and scratch with far more force than passion. Even R’nd tended to come out looking a bit worse for wear from time to time.