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14.Oct.19, 04:19 AM
T’ryn was mostly dressed, and only put his boots on but didn’t lace them back up finding that to be too big of a chore for the moment. F’drel had beat him to the overturned chair and a quick glance didn’t show anything else amiss so he focused on the clothing collection. Which was how he ended up with the missing sock and turned to see F’drel throw his shirt down before walking away from it. Was the shirt ripped? It was the first and only thing that came to his mind and made sense and T’ryn felt horrible. Of course he had ruined something! It was a Flight, and an unexpected one at that, so F’drel wouldn’t have had time to strip down before rough hands reached him.
He hadn’t put his own shirt on yet, saving it for last since all the lower body items had been found first, and made the easy decision. “F’drel, I think I found your sock and, please wear my shirt. I’ll get yours mended and washed. I’m so sorry,” T’ryn’s brows furrowed as he glanced at the discarded shirt once more before holding out his own shirt and the found sock. At least he hoped it was F’drel’s and someone else hadn’t left it behind from their own fun in the archives.
“I won’t take no for an answer on this. Please wear it and I’ll get you a clean one to wear back to your weyr in a bit.” He tried his best at the stern bronzerider voice but T’ryn knew he really needed to work on it and probably ended up looking and sounding pathetic as he waited for the items to be taken--even as he reached with his free hand to take the shirt he assumed was ripped so F’drel couldn’t insist it was fine and do everything T’ryn knew he would do in reversed positions.
Once the shirt swapping was complete and they seemed dressed enough and the room looked clean enough, T’ryn led the way back to his weyr--pretending he wasn’t shirtless and getting a few odd looks and stares the entire time-- where his boots were immediately tugged off and kicked to the side. “Welcome to my home. I mentioned fruit, and it’s in the kitchen, so please help yourself to that or anything else. I’m going to be a terrible host and crash into bed because that was an exhausting walk. You can join me there as well if you’re still craving snuggles as much as I am.” He really didn’t understand Syrendryth but if the dragon wanted him in bed with a friend to cuddle and nap, T’ryn wasn’t about to argue right now. It sounded divine.
He headed into his bedroom where he found the promised clean shirt and set it out for F’drel and put the ripped shirt aside so he could get it looked at first thing in the morning. Since he had company, clothing seemed like the best way to proceed and T’ryn left his pants on as he flopped onto the much softer than a floor bed and nestled into a pillow. He really did hope F’drel took up the offer and joined him. Whether that was the weird lingering vibes from the Flight or his own actual desire to snuggle with a friend was hard to say but T’ryn did miss having that contact and craved some more.
He hadn’t put his own shirt on yet, saving it for last since all the lower body items had been found first, and made the easy decision. “F’drel, I think I found your sock and, please wear my shirt. I’ll get yours mended and washed. I’m so sorry,” T’ryn’s brows furrowed as he glanced at the discarded shirt once more before holding out his own shirt and the found sock. At least he hoped it was F’drel’s and someone else hadn’t left it behind from their own fun in the archives.
“I won’t take no for an answer on this. Please wear it and I’ll get you a clean one to wear back to your weyr in a bit.” He tried his best at the stern bronzerider voice but T’ryn knew he really needed to work on it and probably ended up looking and sounding pathetic as he waited for the items to be taken--even as he reached with his free hand to take the shirt he assumed was ripped so F’drel couldn’t insist it was fine and do everything T’ryn knew he would do in reversed positions.
Once the shirt swapping was complete and they seemed dressed enough and the room looked clean enough, T’ryn led the way back to his weyr--pretending he wasn’t shirtless and getting a few odd looks and stares the entire time-- where his boots were immediately tugged off and kicked to the side. “Welcome to my home. I mentioned fruit, and it’s in the kitchen, so please help yourself to that or anything else. I’m going to be a terrible host and crash into bed because that was an exhausting walk. You can join me there as well if you’re still craving snuggles as much as I am.” He really didn’t understand Syrendryth but if the dragon wanted him in bed with a friend to cuddle and nap, T’ryn wasn’t about to argue right now. It sounded divine.
He headed into his bedroom where he found the promised clean shirt and set it out for F’drel and put the ripped shirt aside so he could get it looked at first thing in the morning. Since he had company, clothing seemed like the best way to proceed and T’ryn left his pants on as he flopped onto the much softer than a floor bed and nestled into a pillow. He really did hope F’drel took up the offer and joined him. Whether that was the weird lingering vibes from the Flight or his own actual desire to snuggle with a friend was hard to say but T’ryn did miss having that contact and craved some more.
