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28.May.22, 01:24 AM
As soon as he was given leave to, Chironhes dropped his roommate's clothes on the floor. He wasn't bothered at all by the mud left behind on his hands, quite used to being covered in mud or dirt in some way. Having spent so much time alone, cleanliness on his part had fallen somewhat by the wayside, though he tried to at least bathe whenever he got covered in gore after butchering a meal just for comfort's sake back home. The healers had at least managed to scrub his skin clean while tending to his wounds, but he could feel the difference now between the healing areas compared to the rest of himself. It wasn't dissimilar to Siro's mud-caked clothes.
It was easier than he expected to get the other boy to realize he couldn't speak. Typically, it took far more gesturing for the Holdsfolk who didn't know him to pick up on it, and usually, they only figured it out when someone who'd known him for a while came to his rescue and served as a translator of a sort. And before he could even gesture about not being able to write either, his roommate was speaking for him. Relieved to not have to struggle to communicate that, too, Chir shook his head in confirmation.
Though he still tried to avoid staring outright at the other boy's nakedness, the freckled hunter watched from the corner of his eye the way the boy bent over a desk to scribble something on paper. While he would have liked to stare at the glyphs there, Chir was far too aware of the bare ass in front of him and found a particularly interesting spot on the ceiling to stare at instead until Fancy disappeared with the letter clutched in his claws.
When Sironar turned back, Chir practically slumped in visible relief when the boy finally donned some pants. The hunter's time around the Holdsfolk was limited as it was, but even he knew it was impolite to look at someone who wasn't dressed. Siro, on the other hand, seemed totally at ease about it, and Chir was reminded of rumors he'd heard about how lax Weyrfolk were when it came to their bodies. Something about being at ease in their own skin. Or was it easy? He couldn't quite recall the saying but remembered it being said with some manner of derision.
At Fancy's return, Chir smiled at the dragonling and tried not to will him closer so he could pet him while also fervently wanting to feel the softness of his hide. The familiar way in which the baby blue dragon settled on Siro's shoulder made the freckled teen wistful for a bond like that for himself. He remembered at one time trying to befriend a fox kit years ago, but the poor thing had fallen prey to a wherry and he'd stopped getting attached to the wildlife.
When Siro said his name, Chir managed a shy nod of acknowledgment. It was far easier to communicate with animals and dragons, he thought with some frustration. Their expectations seemed so much lower. Still, he nodded in agreement with the rules his roommate set forth. He felt no need to bring back any kills into the room when they would make a mess better left to the woods where scavengers could use whatever he didn't.
Though Chir would have preferred to then tuck back in for sleep with exhaustion still dogging his heels, he found himself incapable of denying Siro's offer to join him in the baths. Firstly, he wanted to know where they were to get back into the habit of staying clean himself now that he was apparently going to be living with another. Secondly, it felt rude to decline, especially knowing it had been some time since he'd actually had one in the river, and the first part of his morning had involved rolling around in the mud with a musky boar, followed by the stint with the admittedly foul-smelling wherry. He followed Siro mutely, grateful the other boy didn't seem keen to natter at him endlessly on the way.
It was easier than he expected to get the other boy to realize he couldn't speak. Typically, it took far more gesturing for the Holdsfolk who didn't know him to pick up on it, and usually, they only figured it out when someone who'd known him for a while came to his rescue and served as a translator of a sort. And before he could even gesture about not being able to write either, his roommate was speaking for him. Relieved to not have to struggle to communicate that, too, Chir shook his head in confirmation.
Though he still tried to avoid staring outright at the other boy's nakedness, the freckled hunter watched from the corner of his eye the way the boy bent over a desk to scribble something on paper. While he would have liked to stare at the glyphs there, Chir was far too aware of the bare ass in front of him and found a particularly interesting spot on the ceiling to stare at instead until Fancy disappeared with the letter clutched in his claws.
When Sironar turned back, Chir practically slumped in visible relief when the boy finally donned some pants. The hunter's time around the Holdsfolk was limited as it was, but even he knew it was impolite to look at someone who wasn't dressed. Siro, on the other hand, seemed totally at ease about it, and Chir was reminded of rumors he'd heard about how lax Weyrfolk were when it came to their bodies. Something about being at ease in their own skin. Or was it easy? He couldn't quite recall the saying but remembered it being said with some manner of derision.
At Fancy's return, Chir smiled at the dragonling and tried not to will him closer so he could pet him while also fervently wanting to feel the softness of his hide. The familiar way in which the baby blue dragon settled on Siro's shoulder made the freckled teen wistful for a bond like that for himself. He remembered at one time trying to befriend a fox kit years ago, but the poor thing had fallen prey to a wherry and he'd stopped getting attached to the wildlife.
When Siro said his name, Chir managed a shy nod of acknowledgment. It was far easier to communicate with animals and dragons, he thought with some frustration. Their expectations seemed so much lower. Still, he nodded in agreement with the rules his roommate set forth. He felt no need to bring back any kills into the room when they would make a mess better left to the woods where scavengers could use whatever he didn't.
Though Chir would have preferred to then tuck back in for sleep with exhaustion still dogging his heels, he found himself incapable of denying Siro's offer to join him in the baths. Firstly, he wanted to know where they were to get back into the habit of staying clean himself now that he was apparently going to be living with another. Secondly, it felt rude to decline, especially knowing it had been some time since he'd actually had one in the river, and the first part of his morning had involved rolling around in the mud with a musky boar, followed by the stint with the admittedly foul-smelling wherry. He followed Siro mutely, grateful the other boy didn't seem keen to natter at him endlessly on the way.
