03.Jan.20, 02:44 AM
T'ryn stumbled but kept his balance when Casa yanked him forward and spun him around. He tried to protest but her words stopped him and he knew he was turning bright red from embarrassment. They were in front of his dad! Then again, his dad used to be known as the biggest playboy around and probably didn't care that his son sounded that way and probably would have replied with something flirty. All T'ryn could do was imitate a fish gasping for air as he tried to stop thinking about Casa stripping him naked and how he hoped it went a lot smoother than when Caz helped him. Then again, Casa would take such a slap as an invitation... oh help him, he had definitely been corrupted by his friends.
And then Cazan was speaking up and becoming the polar opposite of Casa with her demure response. And T'ryn was literally standing between them and suddenly feeling like an object they might bicker over. Only, he would lay down bets that it would end up with them both offering him to the other woman out of politeness or a game, depending on which woman was speaking at the time.
So, since he wasn't his dad with his easy flirty nature and simply had no idea how to reply to any of the teasing, T'ryn went with the worthy tactic of deflection. "Yes! Cazan's twin brother Cazelerias is an amazing leather craftsman and not only made my pants but the vest and boots as well." He struck a pose to show off the whole ensemble, feeling a bit silly as he did since he hated being the centre of attention. But he did bring it upon himself by wearing the outfit--though he really did love it and would have been a fool to never show it off. "He's staying at Ista Weyr right now but I'm sure he'd do any orders anyone has even if he goes back to the Hold or moves on elsewhere."
He moved back to Cazan's side and took her hand in his, "I know some of you," he eyed Mylorah and their friends, "might want to chat with Cazan some more, but we're going to get some drinks first." He almost stuck his tongue out at them but kept the maturity levels high by simply escorting Cazan across the room to the table set up with an assortment of beverages. He asked what she would prefer, poured her a glass, and then got himself a glass of juice as he still hadn't touched alcohol since the night of Bedith's maiden Flight.
And then Cazan was speaking up and becoming the polar opposite of Casa with her demure response. And T'ryn was literally standing between them and suddenly feeling like an object they might bicker over. Only, he would lay down bets that it would end up with them both offering him to the other woman out of politeness or a game, depending on which woman was speaking at the time.
So, since he wasn't his dad with his easy flirty nature and simply had no idea how to reply to any of the teasing, T'ryn went with the worthy tactic of deflection. "Yes! Cazan's twin brother Cazelerias is an amazing leather craftsman and not only made my pants but the vest and boots as well." He struck a pose to show off the whole ensemble, feeling a bit silly as he did since he hated being the centre of attention. But he did bring it upon himself by wearing the outfit--though he really did love it and would have been a fool to never show it off. "He's staying at Ista Weyr right now but I'm sure he'd do any orders anyone has even if he goes back to the Hold or moves on elsewhere."
He moved back to Cazan's side and took her hand in his, "I know some of you," he eyed Mylorah and their friends, "might want to chat with Cazan some more, but we're going to get some drinks first." He almost stuck his tongue out at them but kept the maturity levels high by simply escorting Cazan across the room to the table set up with an assortment of beverages. He asked what she would prefer, poured her a glass, and then got himself a glass of juice as he still hadn't touched alcohol since the night of Bedith's maiden Flight.