28.Oct.17, 07:11 PM
Z’rin didn’t think he was really given an answer as to what to call N’mor given he said he both wasn’t a sir but it was the proper title to use. I the end though, he decided that the bronzerider was in a good mood and seemed okay with his name being used. That relaxed Z’rin a bit again and he smiled in return to the ribbing he was now getting. He was used to being teased for various things since he was a child though he always felt hose from Katila didn’t mean much behind the words like the larger kids back at the sea hold. Sure there were still actual bullies in any of the Weyrs now –usually brownriders if he had to point fingers—but more of it seemed to come from teasing g between friends.
So N’mor’s teasing didn’t upset him so much as surprise him that it came from the young bronzerider. Also, why wouldn’t he be wearing underwear? It was an extra layer of warmth in the cooler months and kept the riding gear from chafing. Keeping his dangly bits safely tucked away was also a massive bonus to the poor under – appreciated piece of fabric. He supposed he could see the benefits of not wearing them if he was V’ler with a dragon that chased every green and likely ended up with a lot of torn clothing but he was happy with wearing them, especially since he now found himself standing before a bronzerider.
A bronzerider he currently wasn’t sure how to read. Was N’mor flirting with him or simply pointing out he had misread the staring earlier and he wasn’t seen as fat but had a nice body. Z’rin hesitated and then decided to roll with it like he often did, even if he ended up being the button of the joke. “I dunno. It’s not often I’m lavished in compliments so I might stay dressed like this a little longer.” Z’rin grinned but shook out the pants all the same to see if they looked like they would fit or not.
So N’mor’s teasing didn’t upset him so much as surprise him that it came from the young bronzerider. Also, why wouldn’t he be wearing underwear? It was an extra layer of warmth in the cooler months and kept the riding gear from chafing. Keeping his dangly bits safely tucked away was also a massive bonus to the poor under – appreciated piece of fabric. He supposed he could see the benefits of not wearing them if he was V’ler with a dragon that chased every green and likely ended up with a lot of torn clothing but he was happy with wearing them, especially since he now found himself standing before a bronzerider.
A bronzerider he currently wasn’t sure how to read. Was N’mor flirting with him or simply pointing out he had misread the staring earlier and he wasn’t seen as fat but had a nice body. Z’rin hesitated and then decided to roll with it like he often did, even if he ended up being the button of the joke. “I dunno. It’s not often I’m lavished in compliments so I might stay dressed like this a little longer.” Z’rin grinned but shook out the pants all the same to see if they looked like they would fit or not.