05.Feb.12, 08:12 PM
Erisi was feeling mind-numbed. He had never quite recovered from having to sit through the candidate sexuality class. It didn't horrify him, or anything remotely similar to that feeling. Rather, he was familiar enough with the subject that this was nothing new. The entire time he had wanted to smack a girl at the front who couldn't stop her sharding giggling. It wasn't even cute giggling, it was the kind that grated on his ears and made him want to cover said ears with his hands. He could hear that giggling resonating in his skull still, and it caused a constant feeling of unpleasantness. Erisi needed a distraction, and perhaps he shouldn't be approaching the situation with that in mind... but eh, whatever.
He was on the hunt for his friend/failed sex partner, Talian. Why? Because the boy had clearly been uncomfortable for a good part of the class. Erisi could understand why, since Talian had shied away from even kissing him. Perhaps what Talian needed was a heart to heart talk about not pushing himself to sleep around because G'rem said so. Erisi certainly was going to do it. He silently thanked G'rem for encouraging everyone to do it. But, uh, it was definitely not the lifestyle for Talian. The boy would probably break into pieces at the thought of sex with a girl, let alone a boy. So, Erisi believed that Talian needed someone to talk to. He was also being kind enough by offering to be that someone.
It was the nicest thing he had done in turns.
He vaguely knew which room Talian had moved into in the Candidate Barracks, and made his way into said room without bothering to announce himself. Erisi was dressed in his usual attire, a sleeveless shirt, perfect-fitting pants, boots (because sandals looked horrible with his pants), and the atypical sash tied at his waist. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and allowed to hang however it pleased. The sloppy style of his hair looked good, in his opinion, so he kept it like that.
Erisi spotted Talian on the bed, curled up and reading a book that was probably as uninteresting as Talian's sex life. Erisi had read enough when he was an apprenticed Harper... so, he was entirely done with reading. There was no worldy power in existence to convince him to read for enjoyment's sake, or even for work's sake. "Talian. Hey, move over."
He was on the hunt for his friend/failed sex partner, Talian. Why? Because the boy had clearly been uncomfortable for a good part of the class. Erisi could understand why, since Talian had shied away from even kissing him. Perhaps what Talian needed was a heart to heart talk about not pushing himself to sleep around because G'rem said so. Erisi certainly was going to do it. He silently thanked G'rem for encouraging everyone to do it. But, uh, it was definitely not the lifestyle for Talian. The boy would probably break into pieces at the thought of sex with a girl, let alone a boy. So, Erisi believed that Talian needed someone to talk to. He was also being kind enough by offering to be that someone.
It was the nicest thing he had done in turns.
He vaguely knew which room Talian had moved into in the Candidate Barracks, and made his way into said room without bothering to announce himself. Erisi was dressed in his usual attire, a sleeveless shirt, perfect-fitting pants, boots (because sandals looked horrible with his pants), and the atypical sash tied at his waist. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and allowed to hang however it pleased. The sloppy style of his hair looked good, in his opinion, so he kept it like that.
Erisi spotted Talian on the bed, curled up and reading a book that was probably as uninteresting as Talian's sex life. Erisi had read enough when he was an apprenticed Harper... so, he was entirely done with reading. There was no worldy power in existence to convince him to read for enjoyment's sake, or even for work's sake. "Talian. Hey, move over."