15.Feb.14, 10:26 AM
S'bel wasn't unaware of the possibilities for that cup of water and the risk he took in not taking it. He eyed it in S'cer's hand, though he kept up his smiling and carefree act, even though he really did not fancy the thought of that water splashed in his face. S'bel already hated waking up enough as it was. He was inwardly relieved as the other man set it down, even if he didn't show as much. He idly reached for the cup then and took as sip, eyes still following the greenrider who continued to scowl at him.
The bluerider didn't even flinch at the other's words. Were they already done with pretending to be cordial then? That was fast. S'bel wouldn't complain- this could be interesting. How many buttons could S'bel push like this, he wondered. S'cer seemed awfully easy to upset. And people like that made it even easier for S'bel to play games. After all, what could the man truthfully say against S'bel at this point? That he was in his bed? After a flight? How shocking!
"Ah yes, the Search. It's going well, thanks for asking by the way. I've brought back at least one every day so far," S'bel spoke casually, as if S'cer had actually asked. His voice grew just the slightest bit harder as he continued, but S'bel kept smiling. "Though I guess if my betters are going to snap them all up, I don't know why I bother. Hear that Ipsyth? We should give it up..." His eyes trailed over to where beyond the walls of the tent both their dragons rested. He turned his gaze back to S'cer. "And in that case, I could stay here day."
He drew up his knees, still not making a move to leave the bed. He shuddered for a moment, as if a shiver had run through his spine, though there was something artificial about the action and he smirked as he rubbed his arms, before he crossed them on top of his legs and let his chin rest on top of them. He looked at S'cer with amusement. "Are you always this cold with your bedmates, S'cer? How is that working out for you?"
The bluerider didn't even flinch at the other's words. Were they already done with pretending to be cordial then? That was fast. S'bel wouldn't complain- this could be interesting. How many buttons could S'bel push like this, he wondered. S'cer seemed awfully easy to upset. And people like that made it even easier for S'bel to play games. After all, what could the man truthfully say against S'bel at this point? That he was in his bed? After a flight? How shocking!
"Ah yes, the Search. It's going well, thanks for asking by the way. I've brought back at least one every day so far," S'bel spoke casually, as if S'cer had actually asked. His voice grew just the slightest bit harder as he continued, but S'bel kept smiling. "Though I guess if my betters are going to snap them all up, I don't know why I bother. Hear that Ipsyth? We should give it up..." His eyes trailed over to where beyond the walls of the tent both their dragons rested. He turned his gaze back to S'cer. "And in that case, I could stay here day."
He drew up his knees, still not making a move to leave the bed. He shuddered for a moment, as if a shiver had run through his spine, though there was something artificial about the action and he smirked as he rubbed his arms, before he crossed them on top of his legs and let his chin rest on top of them. He looked at S'cer with amusement. "Are you always this cold with your bedmates, S'cer? How is that working out for you?"