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24.Jul.19, 06:46 PM
“Found you,” Misha said smugly as he seated himself beside Kordiavis, rewarding himself for the accomplishment by stealing a sip from Kordi’s drink. He wasn’t sure if he particularly liked it, but it was cold and alcoholic and that was good enough. “Were you planning on finding me eventually or did you just assume I’d track you down?” he asked, taking another sip before putting the mug back in front of Kordiavis.
“Mylo says you ran off as soon as you guys got here. You been having fun all by your lonesome?” Most likely he was. Kordiavis was the kind of person who could spend a lot of time in his own head and not be driven completely up the walls with boredom. Misharan did not have that skill, needing human contact like he needed air. He could barely make it through a single day without seeing a friend or five. Thankfully the communal living of Candidacy meant he just about always had someone around to hang out with, but time with friends was the best. Even better was time with best friends, of which Kordiavis was one.
Misharan tried to take another sip of Kordiavis’ drink, but this time he was thwarted by the drink’s owner. With a pout Misha leaned over to rest his head on Kordiavis’ shoulder. “Aw, c’mon, don’t you love me?” he whined, wrapping an arm around Kordi’s waist He’d missed Kordi, he really had. Fuck Holders and their sensibilities for not letting him be as affectionate and tactile as he wanted. At least he could get away with some clinginess if he pretended he was tipsy, but it still wasn’t enough. Misha had already been pushing the boundaries all day — he’d let C’dhin kiss him, after all — but he was still hesitant to go too far. There had been some warnings about not allowing Candidates to future Gathers if they didn't behave, and Misha was having too much fun to risk missing out on it in the future.
“Missed you,” Misharan said quietly, turning his face so that his mouth was pressed against Kordiavis’ shoulder and the words were muffled in the fabric. “Lots and lots.”
“Mylo says you ran off as soon as you guys got here. You been having fun all by your lonesome?” Most likely he was. Kordiavis was the kind of person who could spend a lot of time in his own head and not be driven completely up the walls with boredom. Misharan did not have that skill, needing human contact like he needed air. He could barely make it through a single day without seeing a friend or five. Thankfully the communal living of Candidacy meant he just about always had someone around to hang out with, but time with friends was the best. Even better was time with best friends, of which Kordiavis was one.
Misharan tried to take another sip of Kordiavis’ drink, but this time he was thwarted by the drink’s owner. With a pout Misha leaned over to rest his head on Kordiavis’ shoulder. “Aw, c’mon, don’t you love me?” he whined, wrapping an arm around Kordi’s waist He’d missed Kordi, he really had. Fuck Holders and their sensibilities for not letting him be as affectionate and tactile as he wanted. At least he could get away with some clinginess if he pretended he was tipsy, but it still wasn’t enough. Misha had already been pushing the boundaries all day — he’d let C’dhin kiss him, after all — but he was still hesitant to go too far. There had been some warnings about not allowing Candidates to future Gathers if they didn't behave, and Misha was having too much fun to risk missing out on it in the future.
“Missed you,” Misharan said quietly, turning his face so that his mouth was pressed against Kordiavis’ shoulder and the words were muffled in the fabric. “Lots and lots.”
