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01.Jan.13, 11:03 AM
B'jin watched the little firelizard quietly, a mild frown pulling his eyebrows together over his eyes, but the expression not nearly severe enough to be anything more than softly visible. The expression altered into one of distaste when Fellis actually touched him when he'd finished, the greenrider's nose scrunching up slightly as he dropped the piece of fruit on the table and wiped his fingers on his pant leg. Filthy little beasts!
He could hear Larrikith snickering in the back of his mind, but B'jin waves her off with a mental shrug when she asked why he was playing nice if he really did prefer she ate the little beast. The mental motion became a physical reality in answer to Talian's gently spoken thanks, and B'jin grimaced, half smiling as he bit into his own fruit (being very careful to keep the hand Fellis had touched in his lap and away from his face).
B'jin's nose scrunched up again, but this time there was a distinct air of amusement as he half smiled, about to make a dry comment about his personal situation, when two rider's walked by. They weren't speaking overly loud, but they passed close enough to where they were sitting in the busy Dining Hall that B'jin could hear enough of their conversation.
The greenrider frowned, the expression far more threatening than anything he had aimed at Talian's little firelizard, as dark eyes flickered over the faces of the two riders. They were far too involved in their gossip to notice his attention, and B'jin's expression only shifted to one of horror when he realised what they were talking about, the greenrider ducking his head to hide the expression and shoving the fingers of his right hand through his hair, the left still holding his forgotten fruit.
The bastards were talking about that damned blackmailing incident! B'jin hissed between his teeth, eyes searching the seat as if it would give him some magical answer. Obviously, D'ren and S'kef had kept the real reasoning behind all the denials of various bronze and brownriders off of the grape vine, as well as keeping B'jin and J'ver out of the firing line. B'jin had no idea why the pair of them hadn't ended up in trouble for it; obviously D'ren was not a seeker of drama, and S'kef wouldn't let anything happen to his precious princess. B'jin was just lucky to have been left out of the man's firing line.
Of course, that whole mess was why Talian had ended up in J'ver's cross hairs! B'jin huffed angrily, lifting his head and sweeping his hair back from his face as he contorted his expression into something more publically appealing. What was done, was done. But was that enough to cause someone like M'bal to poison D'ren? What would he do if the bronzerider came after him - or those he loves - by finding out B'jin had been the one to dish out the dirt on him in the first place? B'jin shuddered. He was pretty sure the entire population of bronze and brownriders would skin him alive if they found out the shit he had on them, never mind the stuff he'd sold.
Taking a deep breath, B'jin took another bite of his fruit and smiled blandly at Talian. "Oh, up and down. I can't believe some of the crap that comes out your classmate's mouths." He gave Talian a long suffering look. "I'm not sure how some of them remember to breathe." Larrikith gave a bright burst of laughter, audible to both men. Don't be cruel, Larrikith put in mildly, though her tone was amused. B'jin mumbled something about not being mean, he was being honest!
He could hear Larrikith snickering in the back of his mind, but B'jin waves her off with a mental shrug when she asked why he was playing nice if he really did prefer she ate the little beast. The mental motion became a physical reality in answer to Talian's gently spoken thanks, and B'jin grimaced, half smiling as he bit into his own fruit (being very careful to keep the hand Fellis had touched in his lap and away from his face).
B'jin's nose scrunched up again, but this time there was a distinct air of amusement as he half smiled, about to make a dry comment about his personal situation, when two rider's walked by. They weren't speaking overly loud, but they passed close enough to where they were sitting in the busy Dining Hall that B'jin could hear enough of their conversation.
The greenrider frowned, the expression far more threatening than anything he had aimed at Talian's little firelizard, as dark eyes flickered over the faces of the two riders. They were far too involved in their gossip to notice his attention, and B'jin's expression only shifted to one of horror when he realised what they were talking about, the greenrider ducking his head to hide the expression and shoving the fingers of his right hand through his hair, the left still holding his forgotten fruit.
The bastards were talking about that damned blackmailing incident! B'jin hissed between his teeth, eyes searching the seat as if it would give him some magical answer. Obviously, D'ren and S'kef had kept the real reasoning behind all the denials of various bronze and brownriders off of the grape vine, as well as keeping B'jin and J'ver out of the firing line. B'jin had no idea why the pair of them hadn't ended up in trouble for it; obviously D'ren was not a seeker of drama, and S'kef wouldn't let anything happen to his precious princess. B'jin was just lucky to have been left out of the man's firing line.
Of course, that whole mess was why Talian had ended up in J'ver's cross hairs! B'jin huffed angrily, lifting his head and sweeping his hair back from his face as he contorted his expression into something more publically appealing. What was done, was done. But was that enough to cause someone like M'bal to poison D'ren? What would he do if the bronzerider came after him - or those he loves - by finding out B'jin had been the one to dish out the dirt on him in the first place? B'jin shuddered. He was pretty sure the entire population of bronze and brownriders would skin him alive if they found out the shit he had on them, never mind the stuff he'd sold.
Taking a deep breath, B'jin took another bite of his fruit and smiled blandly at Talian. "Oh, up and down. I can't believe some of the crap that comes out your classmate's mouths." He gave Talian a long suffering look. "I'm not sure how some of them remember to breathe." Larrikith gave a bright burst of laughter, audible to both men. Don't be cruel, Larrikith put in mildly, though her tone was amused. B'jin mumbled something about not being mean, he was being honest!
