12.Dec.12, 03:30 AM
Z’ia turned wide, innocent eyes up at A’liran when the greenrider sprung in, attacking him without any apparent conscious. Z’ia’s hands raised, eyes widening further and staring at A’liran in dismay. “I didn’t do anything!” he objected, blinking and looking confused as his gaze shifted to look at the others with a small pout. He didn’t drag it out, but was quite pleased with the shock R’nd displayed and I’shan’s confusion. Good!
Z’ia picked his cards up cheerfully, tossing aside A’liran’s attack as easily as I’shan then proceeded to peel off his shirt, Z’ia’s lips quirking into a playful smirk at the banter that proceeded to follow the various cases of shirtlessness. A light laugh was given as R’nd removed a shirt, to be left with a shirt, and Z’ia shrugged good naturedly as he threw his own cards down. He wasn’t much of a fan for poker, and his skills at it were mediocre at best. Either way, he didn’t really care what his current hand was made of as he followed suit in stripping.
Unlike the others, however, Z’ia opted to kick both his boots (and socks) across the room and wriggle his toes with a dramatic sigh at the freedom his feet had discovered. Grinning impishly, he stuck his tongue out at D’hys, and waited to see what his fellow bluerider would do with the two greenriders as Plague leaped upon Z’ia’s shoulder, chittering irritably at the blue and brown firelizard as they played on the table; her attitude clearly telling them to get the fuck out of the way. Z’ia smirked deviously.
The only green attitude he’d ever champion was clearly Plague’s.
Z’ia picked his cards up cheerfully, tossing aside A’liran’s attack as easily as I’shan then proceeded to peel off his shirt, Z’ia’s lips quirking into a playful smirk at the banter that proceeded to follow the various cases of shirtlessness. A light laugh was given as R’nd removed a shirt, to be left with a shirt, and Z’ia shrugged good naturedly as he threw his own cards down. He wasn’t much of a fan for poker, and his skills at it were mediocre at best. Either way, he didn’t really care what his current hand was made of as he followed suit in stripping.
Unlike the others, however, Z’ia opted to kick both his boots (and socks) across the room and wriggle his toes with a dramatic sigh at the freedom his feet had discovered. Grinning impishly, he stuck his tongue out at D’hys, and waited to see what his fellow bluerider would do with the two greenriders as Plague leaped upon Z’ia’s shoulder, chittering irritably at the blue and brown firelizard as they played on the table; her attitude clearly telling them to get the fuck out of the way. Z’ia smirked deviously.
The only green attitude he’d ever champion was clearly Plague’s.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia