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23.May.12, 09:11 AM
"Of course!" B'jin said, indignant in both tone and expression as he tilted his head slightly to frown up at Talian. His brown eyes were wide and his expression altered to be dramatic. "Not that she listens to me!" B'jin was pretty sure Larrikith had Impressed to him for the soul reason that she could so easily ignore his demands upon her. B'jin just wasn't a very demanding person, and he had a very long fuse. Larrikith was well aware of how far and for how long she could push him before he'd explode. At least B'jin could explode with a bang, though.
"Stupid tart," B'jin grumbled under his breath, still speaking about his dragon and pouted comically at the woods. Larrikith, wherever she was, was either uninterested or simply not paying a lick of attention to the conversation he was having with Talian; she usually had some retort for his insults. Instead, all he got was silence, which just increased B'jin's pouting.
Talian's offer of stress relief was answered with a suspicious frown, the greenrider searching Talian's face for a moment before his pout transformed into pursed lips and he shook his head slightly. "No thank you." It wasn't that he didn't trust Talian to take care of him, and make sure he was given the right kind of medication. B'jin just didn't much care for taking drugs; besides, he had two children that were liable to rock up at any unknown hour, a dragon that had decided flying out of synch was fun, and a lover who... B'jin sighed and stopped listing off reasons for a 'no' and instead just re-shook his head to affirm his decision. Talian hadn't asked why, so he shouldn't need to have a list of excuses ready.
"But thank you," it was almost a question, as if B'jin wasn't quite sure whether or not he should actually thank Talian or not for his offer, or how his rejection of the offer would go down. The soft poke caused a raised eyebrow, and B'jin met Talian's eyes. A smile flew onto the man's lips at the boy's words, and he laughed softly. "That I can work with," B'jin was still chuckling, and he threw a wink at Talian. He had no doubt that would create some interesting scenarios on the Mill, not that he was going to point that out to Talian; the healer was far too twitchy and B'jin wasn't sure where he stood with his opinions on gossip. B'jin was pretty sure Talian would not approve, and would probably die a little in horror. Or a lot.
Eyes sparkling, B'jin flopped over onto his back and rested his head on Talian's thigh, staring up at the sky with amusement. The clouds really were very white and fluffy that morning. B'jin smiled lazily and shifted his gaze to meet Talian's. "This is the best kind of medicine for stress," he said softly, voice tinged with amusement and sincerity. The dragonrider enjoyed lazy, peaceful times to himself. Larrikith was preoccupied, and so his mind was free to be his own. He should have brought some -- he did!
Scrambling up, B'jin found his feet and strode with determination over to the pile of straps and leather that had been on Larrikith. Picking up the small back he had packed, B'jin returned to Talian's side, and flopped back down on the grass, crossing his legs and emptying the pack in front of them both. He picked the food out, and indicated with a gesture that Talian should help himself to anything he wanted, while B'jin picked up the pieces of slightly rattled looking parchment and carefully unwrapped the charcoal. Smiling happily, B'jin shifted to lie on his stomach, feet kicking up and swaying above him as he flattened the top piece, and looked up at Talian.
"What would you like?" He asked, indicating with the stick of charcoal in his left hand that he'd draw for Talian whatever he so decided. An exchange, of sorts, for the promise of more back rubs!
"Stupid tart," B'jin grumbled under his breath, still speaking about his dragon and pouted comically at the woods. Larrikith, wherever she was, was either uninterested or simply not paying a lick of attention to the conversation he was having with Talian; she usually had some retort for his insults. Instead, all he got was silence, which just increased B'jin's pouting.
Talian's offer of stress relief was answered with a suspicious frown, the greenrider searching Talian's face for a moment before his pout transformed into pursed lips and he shook his head slightly. "No thank you." It wasn't that he didn't trust Talian to take care of him, and make sure he was given the right kind of medication. B'jin just didn't much care for taking drugs; besides, he had two children that were liable to rock up at any unknown hour, a dragon that had decided flying out of synch was fun, and a lover who... B'jin sighed and stopped listing off reasons for a 'no' and instead just re-shook his head to affirm his decision. Talian hadn't asked why, so he shouldn't need to have a list of excuses ready.
"But thank you," it was almost a question, as if B'jin wasn't quite sure whether or not he should actually thank Talian or not for his offer, or how his rejection of the offer would go down. The soft poke caused a raised eyebrow, and B'jin met Talian's eyes. A smile flew onto the man's lips at the boy's words, and he laughed softly. "That I can work with," B'jin was still chuckling, and he threw a wink at Talian. He had no doubt that would create some interesting scenarios on the Mill, not that he was going to point that out to Talian; the healer was far too twitchy and B'jin wasn't sure where he stood with his opinions on gossip. B'jin was pretty sure Talian would not approve, and would probably die a little in horror. Or a lot.
Eyes sparkling, B'jin flopped over onto his back and rested his head on Talian's thigh, staring up at the sky with amusement. The clouds really were very white and fluffy that morning. B'jin smiled lazily and shifted his gaze to meet Talian's. "This is the best kind of medicine for stress," he said softly, voice tinged with amusement and sincerity. The dragonrider enjoyed lazy, peaceful times to himself. Larrikith was preoccupied, and so his mind was free to be his own. He should have brought some -- he did!
Scrambling up, B'jin found his feet and strode with determination over to the pile of straps and leather that had been on Larrikith. Picking up the small back he had packed, B'jin returned to Talian's side, and flopped back down on the grass, crossing his legs and emptying the pack in front of them both. He picked the food out, and indicated with a gesture that Talian should help himself to anything he wanted, while B'jin picked up the pieces of slightly rattled looking parchment and carefully unwrapped the charcoal. Smiling happily, B'jin shifted to lie on his stomach, feet kicking up and swaying above him as he flattened the top piece, and looked up at Talian.
"What would you like?" He asked, indicating with the stick of charcoal in his left hand that he'd draw for Talian whatever he so decided. An exchange, of sorts, for the promise of more back rubs!
