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14.Jun.18, 03:06 AM
Misharan’s laughter echoed in the small bathing chamber and he winked at Mylorah, amused by the way she blatantly looked him over. He wasn’t particularly into her like that, but Misha knew he was good looking by most people’s standards and always preened a little when people checked him out, even if he had no interest in the person doing the checking. He was vain, so what? The comment about tongue technique had Misharan sticking out his tongue teasingly at Mylorah.
As she started doing another thing with her hair, Misharan focused back on finishing washing. No point in taking a bath just to take another bath later. Or, you know, maybe there was. There probably was. But at this point he should just finish cleaning himself instead of having to take another bath at midnight or something. He looked up when Mylorah started talking again.
“This was fun.” Misharan said, smiling fondly at her, “I’d love to do it again sometime.” The nickname she used made him feel warm inside, pleased she liked him enough to give him an additional nickname. Most people felt Misha was sufficient, which it was, but having a special nickname felt… nice. He liked it, in any case. “You know this means I have to come up with a fun nickname for you too, right?” He grinned at her, trying to think of a good one. He spent the next few minutes thinking on it. Nothing struck him as great just yet, but he’d work on it.
He was pulled from thoughts of silly nicknames by a sharp noise, and Misharan turned to see Mylorah, now dressed, giving a poor excuse for a curtsy and offering him the one towel. “Ah, yes, thank you my lady, how kind of you to share this towel with me.” Misharan said, affecting a tone that people seemed to attribute to lords. He had no idea whether or not it was accurate, never having met a lord, but everyone mocking lords used the tone, so he did too. Bowing to Mylorah, he took the towel from her and started drying off, not really bothering with his hair or torso. He figured he’d keep his shirt off and mostly air dry. He figured pants would be appreciated by other weyrfolk (even if he was beautiful), so he dried off enough to put those on, balling the rest of his clothes up and tucking them under his arm.
“Shall I escort the lady back to her room?” Misha asked with a wink and his arm held out for Mylorah to take it.
As she started doing another thing with her hair, Misharan focused back on finishing washing. No point in taking a bath just to take another bath later. Or, you know, maybe there was. There probably was. But at this point he should just finish cleaning himself instead of having to take another bath at midnight or something. He looked up when Mylorah started talking again.
“This was fun.” Misharan said, smiling fondly at her, “I’d love to do it again sometime.” The nickname she used made him feel warm inside, pleased she liked him enough to give him an additional nickname. Most people felt Misha was sufficient, which it was, but having a special nickname felt… nice. He liked it, in any case. “You know this means I have to come up with a fun nickname for you too, right?” He grinned at her, trying to think of a good one. He spent the next few minutes thinking on it. Nothing struck him as great just yet, but he’d work on it.
He was pulled from thoughts of silly nicknames by a sharp noise, and Misharan turned to see Mylorah, now dressed, giving a poor excuse for a curtsy and offering him the one towel. “Ah, yes, thank you my lady, how kind of you to share this towel with me.” Misharan said, affecting a tone that people seemed to attribute to lords. He had no idea whether or not it was accurate, never having met a lord, but everyone mocking lords used the tone, so he did too. Bowing to Mylorah, he took the towel from her and started drying off, not really bothering with his hair or torso. He figured he’d keep his shirt off and mostly air dry. He figured pants would be appreciated by other weyrfolk (even if he was beautiful), so he dried off enough to put those on, balling the rest of his clothes up and tucking them under his arm.
“Shall I escort the lady back to her room?” Misha asked with a wink and his arm held out for Mylorah to take it.
