17.Jul.19, 01:44 AM
“You really don’t have to stay with me,” C’dhin stated for about the fifth time since landing in the field near Telgar Hold all of twenty minutes ago. C’dhin had given Misharan a ride to the Gather since he was also going and that was just what friends did. He supposed he would have offered the ride or agreed to give one if asked even if he wasn’t going since he liked Misharan and some of his other friends enough to do such a thing and not think of it as being used.
But that didn’t mean he expected company the entire time. Oh, he knew Misharan would find a friend or six and disappear eventually—he was way too popular for his own good sometimes in C’dhin’s opinion—but he wasn’t the most exciting man around, despite the assurances from the Candidate that stated otherwise. C’dhin was still reeling from their weird confessions to each other and wasn’t about to put any label on what it meant. He assumed, and was fine with, they were still good friends that had great sex. The only difference was they knew there was more to like than just sex and cookies.
They were currently at a stall that sold honeyed breads and C’dhin was popping a chunk of the sample product into his mouth. It was his goal to try as many of the baked items he could that day so he could analyse them and mentally compare them to anything he made that was similar. If he found something he liked that seemed to do or have something different, the plan was to purchase the item and bring it home to further dissect and create his own recipe. It was a bit sneaky but also par for the course when it came to the craft. He really didn’t think it would hold Misharan’s attention for long though he really did appreciate the effort.
"But since you’re still here, try this and tell me if you like it,” C’dhin held up another piece of bread to Misharan’s mouth. Thanks to the way the man reacted to his baking, C’dhin was confident he’d be able to read the expressions and exclamations even if no coherent word came with it.
But that didn’t mean he expected company the entire time. Oh, he knew Misharan would find a friend or six and disappear eventually—he was way too popular for his own good sometimes in C’dhin’s opinion—but he wasn’t the most exciting man around, despite the assurances from the Candidate that stated otherwise. C’dhin was still reeling from their weird confessions to each other and wasn’t about to put any label on what it meant. He assumed, and was fine with, they were still good friends that had great sex. The only difference was they knew there was more to like than just sex and cookies.
They were currently at a stall that sold honeyed breads and C’dhin was popping a chunk of the sample product into his mouth. It was his goal to try as many of the baked items he could that day so he could analyse them and mentally compare them to anything he made that was similar. If he found something he liked that seemed to do or have something different, the plan was to purchase the item and bring it home to further dissect and create his own recipe. It was a bit sneaky but also par for the course when it came to the craft. He really didn’t think it would hold Misharan’s attention for long though he really did appreciate the effort.
"But since you’re still here, try this and tell me if you like it,” C’dhin held up another piece of bread to Misharan’s mouth. Thanks to the way the man reacted to his baking, C’dhin was confident he’d be able to read the expressions and exclamations even if no coherent word came with it.