06.Jul.18, 10:55 AM
T’bia positively glowed at the simple words of thanks; he didn’t really know what they were for, but that didn’t matter, not really. It was just the act of M’dox pressing words of positivity and praise on him that had T’bia so happy; the young bluerider lived for the good opinions of the people he cared about and being praised – for anything and any reason – had him responding with vibrant positivity. When it came from someone he really liked, it was even more special and T’bia kissed M’dox on the nose, still beaming.
When M’dox spoke about returning to doing his laundry, T’bia pouted, though it was more playful than anything else. Then his expression soured into unhappiness. “Jycenth said I smell,” he pouted, biting his bottom lip and sulking. What if M’dox thought he smelled, too? T’bia’s eyes widened and he wriggled out of the brownrider’s arms, hugging himself tightly as if to keep any stink confined to himself and not abusing his friend’s nose. “I think I’ll have a bath, after we finish here,” T’bia said very seriously, absolutely mortified at being smelly. He could feel Jycenth trying to get a word in edge wise, but T’bia was stubbornly ignoring him. He’d said T’bia smelled. He couldn’t take it back now!
“You can come with me!” T’bia said brightly, “And then we can go… Oh!” He flushed absolutely crimson as he realised what his words could imply, eyes huge in his face. It wasn’t that he was against such thoughts, he actually thought they were really nice thoughts and he liked thinking them. But he liked thinking them in the privacy of his own bedroom when it was just him (and Jycenth, technically) and not blurting out such things in front of the person who currently starred in his fantasies. Groaning, absolutely mortified, T’bia hid his face in his hands, shoulders hunched up around his neck.
When M’dox spoke about returning to doing his laundry, T’bia pouted, though it was more playful than anything else. Then his expression soured into unhappiness. “Jycenth said I smell,” he pouted, biting his bottom lip and sulking. What if M’dox thought he smelled, too? T’bia’s eyes widened and he wriggled out of the brownrider’s arms, hugging himself tightly as if to keep any stink confined to himself and not abusing his friend’s nose. “I think I’ll have a bath, after we finish here,” T’bia said very seriously, absolutely mortified at being smelly. He could feel Jycenth trying to get a word in edge wise, but T’bia was stubbornly ignoring him. He’d said T’bia smelled. He couldn’t take it back now!
“You can come with me!” T’bia said brightly, “And then we can go… Oh!” He flushed absolutely crimson as he realised what his words could imply, eyes huge in his face. It wasn’t that he was against such thoughts, he actually thought they were really nice thoughts and he liked thinking them. But he liked thinking them in the privacy of his own bedroom when it was just him (and Jycenth, technically) and not blurting out such things in front of the person who currently starred in his fantasies. Groaning, absolutely mortified, T’bia hid his face in his hands, shoulders hunched up around his neck.