12.Dec.12, 02:22 AM
B’jin’s wide eyed look shifted to take in A’liran as the hot headed greenrider burst into the room and immediately threw himself into the line of fire in order to remove Z’ia’s attention from himself. The greenrider wouldn’t lie; he appreciated the gesture, though his eyes were still wide and worried as the room set up into a wild array of bickering and teasing before everyone settled down for a moment, B’jin trying to keep everyone in sight as they took turns ducking behind R’nd from one another. He didn’t really mind them using his lover for a shield, but he’d prefer they used someone else. R’nd was his shield! He didn’t say anything, however, as he picked up the cards tossed his way and examined them quietly.
“Really?” B’jin asked, arching an eyebrow at R’nd even as he leaned over to look at his lover’s cards before the other man dumped them. The greenrider’s eyebrows arched upward and he shrugged, before looking around the table to see what the others were up to, though his attention was recaptured by R’nd taking one of his shirts off, and B’jin watched with a mild expression before one corner of his lips tilted up in a playful smirk. “Careful, love. They might grow legs.” Eyelashes fluttered innocently, and B’jin leaned over to place a light kiss on R’nd’s cheek, turning back in time to see Z’ia shrug cheerfully and toss his cards on the table.
That left… B’jin’s frowning brown gaze flickered between A’liran and D’hys, before dropping to his own cards. His expression smoothed, and the greenrider leaned back in his seat, angled just slightly to be closer to R’nd than to Z’ia. “I’m good.” Damned if he was taking off any of his clothing, of which B’jin realised with mild internal irritation, he didn’t have nearly enough of on, but he also had no desire to lose more than one or two rounds. Perhaps if he won rounds, he could put on R’nd’s clothing? His lover was currently wearing more than he was, and B’jin gave the bluerider a dry sideways glance. He didn’t know it was strip poker, Larrikith told R’nd, her voice far too amused as her bonded realised exactly how bad it was to be locked in the tiny room with a hoard of blueriders who were going to be taking turns stripping.
B’jin watched the collection of firelizards party on the table with an expression that threatened to develop into a scowl, but was actively going out of his way not to let the little beasts get to him. The greenrider was oblivious to how easily his attention was shifting from one subject matter to the next, his face alive with his various thoughts and emotions, but giving nothing away as to what he had held in his hands.
“Really?” B’jin asked, arching an eyebrow at R’nd even as he leaned over to look at his lover’s cards before the other man dumped them. The greenrider’s eyebrows arched upward and he shrugged, before looking around the table to see what the others were up to, though his attention was recaptured by R’nd taking one of his shirts off, and B’jin watched with a mild expression before one corner of his lips tilted up in a playful smirk. “Careful, love. They might grow legs.” Eyelashes fluttered innocently, and B’jin leaned over to place a light kiss on R’nd’s cheek, turning back in time to see Z’ia shrug cheerfully and toss his cards on the table.
That left… B’jin’s frowning brown gaze flickered between A’liran and D’hys, before dropping to his own cards. His expression smoothed, and the greenrider leaned back in his seat, angled just slightly to be closer to R’nd than to Z’ia. “I’m good.” Damned if he was taking off any of his clothing, of which B’jin realised with mild internal irritation, he didn’t have nearly enough of on, but he also had no desire to lose more than one or two rounds. Perhaps if he won rounds, he could put on R’nd’s clothing? His lover was currently wearing more than he was, and B’jin gave the bluerider a dry sideways glance. He didn’t know it was strip poker, Larrikith told R’nd, her voice far too amused as her bonded realised exactly how bad it was to be locked in the tiny room with a hoard of blueriders who were going to be taking turns stripping.
B’jin watched the collection of firelizards party on the table with an expression that threatened to develop into a scowl, but was actively going out of his way not to let the little beasts get to him. The greenrider was oblivious to how easily his attention was shifting from one subject matter to the next, his face alive with his various thoughts and emotions, but giving nothing away as to what he had held in his hands.