11.Feb.12, 09:20 AM
B'jin was oblivious to the tangled emotions of the young man, as he was far too busy struggling through his own thought pattern. The greenrider was fighting with two equally strong, and completely opposite, desires; flee or stay. He was, oddly enough, inclined to stay with the young man, which by itself increased his desire to get away. He really wasn't sure why he had chosen to stay in the beginning, except that it felt right, and B'jin had a tendency to do whatever it was he felt like doing at the time - if it felt right. Lifting his left hand, B'jin rubbed roughly at his eyelids in an attempt to wake himself up enough to flounder out and to his own room. He really was fond of his own bed. Of course, that process would require digging up his clothing, putting said clothing on, and digging up wherever it was Larrikith had curled up after she'd ditched her partner. He had no energy to walk to the other side of the Weyr in order to claim his hut, and there was a rather spectacular bruise spreading across his left thigh where it had greeted the corner of the table when he'd been trying to escape the Dining Hall.
A sound of distaste at the very idea of all that was involved in leaving, was released as the man moved to lower his hand from his face. B'jin froze however, half way through the motion, at the soft touch of R'nd's finger's playing over his back, and he jerked slightly as every hair stood up on end in a tingling wave. Twisting to look down at where R'nd was still sprawled, the older man was obviously startled by the contact and the soft words. B'jin's Harper trained eyes easily recognised the play of surprised shock that flickered over R'nd's features at his own actions, and a frown flickered into life.
B'jin's eyes clouded with confusion, unsure if he should listen to the words and action, or the expression that had claimed R'nd's face for those precious few seconds that had followed. He hesitated, visibly, and in so doing gave R'nd the chance to offer an explanation. B'jin's lips pursed, despite the offered reasoning to stay, and he was still inclined to find Larrikith and have her take him home; even as that thought was processed, however, it was quickly put to rest by the dragon in question; Stay, Larrikith's soft murmur whispered through his mind, and B'jin's eyes widened comically for a moment, before narrowing suspiciously. She was still curled up with the blue? B'jin blinked, and gave a sigh of defeat. "Okay," B'jin whispered, his tone filled with suspicious undertones and aimed at Larrikith.
Turning his full attention back upon R'nd, B'jin allowed himself to topple backwards onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with relief and he closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply. When he reopened them, he adjusted his position so he was propped up on his elbow, and curious eyes travelled lazily over R'nd's body before meeting the fellow's gaze idly. "Larri agrees." It was an answer, an excuse, a reason to stay, and B'jin smiled lazily as he reached over to push a lock of hair off of R'nd's face.
A sound of distaste at the very idea of all that was involved in leaving, was released as the man moved to lower his hand from his face. B'jin froze however, half way through the motion, at the soft touch of R'nd's finger's playing over his back, and he jerked slightly as every hair stood up on end in a tingling wave. Twisting to look down at where R'nd was still sprawled, the older man was obviously startled by the contact and the soft words. B'jin's Harper trained eyes easily recognised the play of surprised shock that flickered over R'nd's features at his own actions, and a frown flickered into life.
B'jin's eyes clouded with confusion, unsure if he should listen to the words and action, or the expression that had claimed R'nd's face for those precious few seconds that had followed. He hesitated, visibly, and in so doing gave R'nd the chance to offer an explanation. B'jin's lips pursed, despite the offered reasoning to stay, and he was still inclined to find Larrikith and have her take him home; even as that thought was processed, however, it was quickly put to rest by the dragon in question; Stay, Larrikith's soft murmur whispered through his mind, and B'jin's eyes widened comically for a moment, before narrowing suspiciously. She was still curled up with the blue? B'jin blinked, and gave a sigh of defeat. "Okay," B'jin whispered, his tone filled with suspicious undertones and aimed at Larrikith.
Turning his full attention back upon R'nd, B'jin allowed himself to topple backwards onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with relief and he closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply. When he reopened them, he adjusted his position so he was propped up on his elbow, and curious eyes travelled lazily over R'nd's body before meeting the fellow's gaze idly. "Larri agrees." It was an answer, an excuse, a reason to stay, and B'jin smiled lazily as he reached over to push a lock of hair off of R'nd's face.