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27.Jun.12, 04:12 AM
B'jin had neither the time nor the patience for people like J'ver. The lowest of the low, the Harper felt them to be little if anything more than the reason greenriders were often so badly looked down upon. Pretty little sluts like J'ver, who were willing to compromise anything and everything, blackmail anyone and do anything to get to the top -- but were completely incapable of holding such a position, which, when the colourists had their say, was proven by the simple fact that said men and women Impressed green.
Once upon a time, B'jin had thought himself better than to become someone who aligned with colourist ideals. He wasn't, though he had done a particularly careful job of hiding his bias against browns in particular. Everyone knew Larrikith flew blues seven times over before she'd even look at a brown. An effect B'jin had managed to have on her, at some point in time, and something he greatly appreciated. There were some things he just wouldn't do, and interacting willingly with a brownrider was the highest rated. Interacting with a brownriders willing little brown noser was pretty damn close to second.
B'jin's brown eyes narrowed, the man's expression hardening at J'ver's light and cheerful tone. While he suspected while the man was standing in his doorway, B'jin wasn't about to let the firelizards out of his bag until - Oh shit. B'jin's healthy tan went a sick, pasty colour even while he glared viciously at J'ver. It would be like the stupid green tart to come prancing over to see what he could get out of it. B'jin realised, with mild irritation as he stepped back smoothly from the doorway, that he should have gone to D'ren. J'ver couldn't use what wasn't available.
"Indeed," B'jin purred lightly in response to J'ver's approach, watching with a mockingly mild expression as the other greenrider slipped inside his hut like the slimy little bastard he was. The smaller man was barely past the threshold before B'jin had clicked the door shut just shy of slamming it (he didn't want to call attention to himself - by the children or otherwise). Standing tall, B'jin glared condescendingly down at J'ver.
While similar in height, the slightly older greenrider was notably stockier, and with his arms crossed and face thunderous, he actually managed to look slightly intimidating as he growled out his question once more, though the lack of questioning lilt made it much more a statement of irritation. "What do you want."
Once upon a time, B'jin had thought himself better than to become someone who aligned with colourist ideals. He wasn't, though he had done a particularly careful job of hiding his bias against browns in particular. Everyone knew Larrikith flew blues seven times over before she'd even look at a brown. An effect B'jin had managed to have on her, at some point in time, and something he greatly appreciated. There were some things he just wouldn't do, and interacting willingly with a brownrider was the highest rated. Interacting with a brownriders willing little brown noser was pretty damn close to second.
B'jin's brown eyes narrowed, the man's expression hardening at J'ver's light and cheerful tone. While he suspected while the man was standing in his doorway, B'jin wasn't about to let the firelizards out of his bag until - Oh shit. B'jin's healthy tan went a sick, pasty colour even while he glared viciously at J'ver. It would be like the stupid green tart to come prancing over to see what he could get out of it. B'jin realised, with mild irritation as he stepped back smoothly from the doorway, that he should have gone to D'ren. J'ver couldn't use what wasn't available.
"Indeed," B'jin purred lightly in response to J'ver's approach, watching with a mockingly mild expression as the other greenrider slipped inside his hut like the slimy little bastard he was. The smaller man was barely past the threshold before B'jin had clicked the door shut just shy of slamming it (he didn't want to call attention to himself - by the children or otherwise). Standing tall, B'jin glared condescendingly down at J'ver.
While similar in height, the slightly older greenrider was notably stockier, and with his arms crossed and face thunderous, he actually managed to look slightly intimidating as he growled out his question once more, though the lack of questioning lilt made it much more a statement of irritation. "What do you want."
