05.Jan.20, 05:34 AM
Tazikel sighed in overly dramatized disappointment when Mylorah pointedly did not kiss him. Nose boops were fine and all, but kisses from pretty girls were far better. He had no real complaints though, and he happily let Mylorah use him as a pillow.
She started listing ways to make it easier to get him to the Weyr, and Tazikel nodded along, just letting her ramble. A firelizard sounded kind of cool - would get him some style points in Tillek, if nothing else - and he was all for meeting more of Mylo’s friends and potential rides. He was about to quip about how he’d love to drink all day and talk shit about other people’s wine, even if it meant he had to drink Benden on occasion, but Mylo continued talking, even moving so she could look at him properly, and he couldn’t help but laugh delightedly at her last idea.
“That sounds even better than being a wine critic. Lounging about being handsome and doing whatever you want, hmn? We could make that work. Even Kordiavis can’t complain about being a kept man - though, being him, I’m sure he could come up with something. Would you dress us up in matching outfits, my lady?” Tazikel teased, amused at the image the idea gave him. “Or maybe you won’t dress us at all?” He said, lowering his voice and matching her wicked grin.
She started listing ways to make it easier to get him to the Weyr, and Tazikel nodded along, just letting her ramble. A firelizard sounded kind of cool - would get him some style points in Tillek, if nothing else - and he was all for meeting more of Mylo’s friends and potential rides. He was about to quip about how he’d love to drink all day and talk shit about other people’s wine, even if it meant he had to drink Benden on occasion, but Mylo continued talking, even moving so she could look at him properly, and he couldn’t help but laugh delightedly at her last idea.
“That sounds even better than being a wine critic. Lounging about being handsome and doing whatever you want, hmn? We could make that work. Even Kordiavis can’t complain about being a kept man - though, being him, I’m sure he could come up with something. Would you dress us up in matching outfits, my lady?” Tazikel teased, amused at the image the idea gave him. “Or maybe you won’t dress us at all?” He said, lowering his voice and matching her wicked grin.