01.Feb.20, 02:37 PM
Narinoa was slow to wake despite Pipsqueak squawking at him and someone shaking him. He had been deep in his dreamless sleep thanks to a light dose of slutty gold and he did not want to rouse just yet. However, when a few key words got through the fog, Narinoa sat up in a panic. He realised it hadn’t just been one person shaking him, but two. His fellow candidate that had help wear him out earlier was still in the small bed beside him though he was rather wide-eyed and far more terrified than the other man Narinoa soon placed as one of the assistants for the tiny class.
“Fuck, I’m up. Just… give me ten to make sure I’m properly up and I’ll be there.” Narinoa threw back the sheet and left the bed without a glance back at his lover. He tossed on clothes and footwear and was soon splashing water on his face from a bowl he had used to wash his hands and face in earlier that night. Each splash of the lukewarm water helped bring him back but for good measure, Narinoa slapped his cheeks a couple of times and blinked, surprised at the sting. Okay, that was working.
As he made his way from the Candidate barracks to the weyrlings ones, he slapped his face a few more times and recited various names and facts to help get his mind working again. Erebuth wasn’t feeling well and Narinoa wasn’t going to arrive stumbling around like a drunken fool that would do more harm than good.
Feeling more alert and like himself again, Narinoa let himself into the room and took a moment to take in the scene. He didn’t like what he saw but he didn’t comment on or linger near the mess the poor dragon had made. Instead, he went immediately to the blue’s side and crouched down. “Hey, Erebuth. I heard you might have a tummy ache. What can you tell me about it? Anything else bothering you?”
“Fuck, I’m up. Just… give me ten to make sure I’m properly up and I’ll be there.” Narinoa threw back the sheet and left the bed without a glance back at his lover. He tossed on clothes and footwear and was soon splashing water on his face from a bowl he had used to wash his hands and face in earlier that night. Each splash of the lukewarm water helped bring him back but for good measure, Narinoa slapped his cheeks a couple of times and blinked, surprised at the sting. Okay, that was working.
As he made his way from the Candidate barracks to the weyrlings ones, he slapped his face a few more times and recited various names and facts to help get his mind working again. Erebuth wasn’t feeling well and Narinoa wasn’t going to arrive stumbling around like a drunken fool that would do more harm than good.
Feeling more alert and like himself again, Narinoa let himself into the room and took a moment to take in the scene. He didn’t like what he saw but he didn’t comment on or linger near the mess the poor dragon had made. Instead, he went immediately to the blue’s side and crouched down. “Hey, Erebuth. I heard you might have a tummy ache. What can you tell me about it? Anything else bothering you?”