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24.Feb.18, 04:53 AM
"My clothes?" Z'rin paused a moment, confusion obvious, before he caught on to what N'mor was talking about. "Oh! I forgot about that. Sorry. I realized I left them behind when I got home but didn't think you'd want me coming back right away to get them, especially given it was still raining... and then I guess I figured you'd bring them back if you took me up on the offer to bug me. Which you did," Z'rin laughed lightly as he bit his lip to stop his babbling. It wasn't that he was nervous --well, maybe a little-- but he did seem to talk a lot more when he was put into a weird situation and explaining something to a bronzerider still seemed to count as one of those, it seemed.
Z'rin bent down to retrieve his bag of clothes thanks to being too slow to actually take them from the bronzerider. He didn't see the gesture as rude given that N'mor had one hand and if it was needed for something else, like rubbing at an itch on his face, then something had to be sacrificed. "Did you want the bag back? Give me a sec and I'll empty it out. Make yourself at home out here or tag along if you'd like."
Z'rin headed to his bedroom to empty out the bag. As he pulled out the shirt and pants, he realized they were folded and, without actually sniffing them to verify, seemed to be clean. "You washed them? Thank you," he was genuinely touched by the act. He couldn't say why, really, but he had been on his own for so long, despite being a part of a community, that it was odd to have someone do something like that for him. Not wanting to get misty-eyed over such things that might bring about childhood memories of his mother pampering him, Z'rin turned to his small dresser and tucked the items in their appropriate drawers.
He hesitated with the shirt drawer, noticing that he still wasn't wearing one. Not sure if N'mor was going to stay or not, he decided putting a shirt on was probably still polite; and a bit warmer. "Sorry, I was about to lie down for a nap and wasn't expecting anyone to stop by. But I'm up for entertaining if you want to stay a bit," he explained as one arm, then the other, and then his head found the appropriate holes and his shirt was slipped on.
Z'rin bent down to retrieve his bag of clothes thanks to being too slow to actually take them from the bronzerider. He didn't see the gesture as rude given that N'mor had one hand and if it was needed for something else, like rubbing at an itch on his face, then something had to be sacrificed. "Did you want the bag back? Give me a sec and I'll empty it out. Make yourself at home out here or tag along if you'd like."
Z'rin headed to his bedroom to empty out the bag. As he pulled out the shirt and pants, he realized they were folded and, without actually sniffing them to verify, seemed to be clean. "You washed them? Thank you," he was genuinely touched by the act. He couldn't say why, really, but he had been on his own for so long, despite being a part of a community, that it was odd to have someone do something like that for him. Not wanting to get misty-eyed over such things that might bring about childhood memories of his mother pampering him, Z'rin turned to his small dresser and tucked the items in their appropriate drawers.
He hesitated with the shirt drawer, noticing that he still wasn't wearing one. Not sure if N'mor was going to stay or not, he decided putting a shirt on was probably still polite; and a bit warmer. "Sorry, I was about to lie down for a nap and wasn't expecting anyone to stop by. But I'm up for entertaining if you want to stay a bit," he explained as one arm, then the other, and then his head found the appropriate holes and his shirt was slipped on.
