23.Oct.20, 01:23 PM
Kor’is took the apron and held it up with a disgusted look. He figured he’d be ordered to clean by someone a tad more important than Cazan. Now that she was telling him to, it felt too much like helping her and being ordered around. He almost dropped the apron and walked out but he knew he was at fault as well—though to a lesser degree—and figured he could look busy for when they were properly busted.
Kor’is, now in his dapper used apron, crouched down before Taith to start examining his front legs. The dragon was already rather dark and he hated to admit that without Cazan pointing it out, he may not have thought about checking Taith for ink as well. The inspection turned up splatters of black that didn’t seem to belong to the pattern and he grabbed a cloth and some alcohol to start wiping it off. He almost left it, deciding Malvayth was in need of the cleaning solution more than Taith but he honestly didn’t want to get too close to the sulking gold right then in case she thrashed around enough that she was suddenly in trouble for murder.
Can I have a mask as well? The question was so softly asked that Kor’is almost missed it. “If Cazan has the time and you stay out of trouble, you can have one as well.” And it was only because of that offer to make Taith a mask that Kor’is didn’t point out that Cazan was constantly sending mixed messages to her dragon. What good was it to praise the creativity of the stunt that landed them all in trouble and then explain consequences?
Maybe he would point it out anyway. He was about to when a knock sounded and a voice announced herself and Kor’is went back to his original statement, “yup. Fucked.”
Kor’is, now in his dapper used apron, crouched down before Taith to start examining his front legs. The dragon was already rather dark and he hated to admit that without Cazan pointing it out, he may not have thought about checking Taith for ink as well. The inspection turned up splatters of black that didn’t seem to belong to the pattern and he grabbed a cloth and some alcohol to start wiping it off. He almost left it, deciding Malvayth was in need of the cleaning solution more than Taith but he honestly didn’t want to get too close to the sulking gold right then in case she thrashed around enough that she was suddenly in trouble for murder.
Can I have a mask as well? The question was so softly asked that Kor’is almost missed it. “If Cazan has the time and you stay out of trouble, you can have one as well.” And it was only because of that offer to make Taith a mask that Kor’is didn’t point out that Cazan was constantly sending mixed messages to her dragon. What good was it to praise the creativity of the stunt that landed them all in trouble and then explain consequences?
Maybe he would point it out anyway. He was about to when a knock sounded and a voice announced herself and Kor’is went back to his original statement, “yup. Fucked.”