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25.Jun.12, 07:31 AM
B'jin simply smiled smugly as Volfetti babbled about his explanation as to why he was eating. He didn't expect the woman to believe a word he had said (and probably would have stared at her blankly if she had) but the fact that it had pressed one of her buttons was delightful none the less and satisfied the quirky greenrider.
"Probably not," B'jin returned with an amused smirk. "I'm incredibly difficult to kill." There was a wry taint to B'jin's voice that echoed of past pains, though he lingered on it not as he watched Volfetti smoulder. She was far too much fun. The woman's dig about Par'a simply amused the greenrider, though his eyes flashed briefly once with irritation at the digs. Par'a was closer to him than most people were aware, and he was insanely protective of the quirky woman and her ridiculous dragon. "Par'a?" B'jin asked, his expression awash with mischievous amusement as he let the brief anger vanish like a wisp of steam. "I'll let her know you were asking after her. Prudes are her favo-." B'jin cut off when Valerian threw in his comment, and he quipped a happy: "What he said." As his smirk altered into a sugary sweet smile for a moment. The young bluerider's next comment caused B'jin to turn to him with blinking eyes.
"Why?" It was blatantly honest question, B'jin's brown eyes amused and puzzled as he raised an eyebrow at Valerian. "Firstly, I am being nice. She's the one that came in here flaming like a dragon in Threadfall." Shrugging slightly, B'jin nibbled delicately on the cinnamon bun before continuing. "Secondly, the stronger her disapproval of my attitude, the less likely she is to risk dumping Benden on R'nd for fear of him ending up in my lap - Benden that is - and being influenced by the naughty greenrider that is probably blamed for corrupting the father - though I'd like to point out that he does his fair share of corrupting." A delicate pause and B'jin threw Valerian a sly sideways glance. "It's quite enjoyable!" B'jin's expression was wicked as he raised an eyebrow at Volfetti, the expression both questioning and amused. "Am I right? At any rate, R'nd has enough trouble dodging my two, since I won't shirk my time with them. Add in his own and a DON'T YOU GO NEAR THAT GREENRIDER WITH MY SON!" B'jin altered his voice to be a mocking screech of Volfetti's, causing several sniggers from the other side of the kitchen, "And you have two very sad 'riders on your hands. Sad dragonriders don't make very good daddies."
B'jin smiled sweetly, adjusted his feet once more on the barrel, and caught the new cinnamon roll that Brisen threw his way. He was glad she wasn't one of those cooks that demanded dinner not be spoiled. Of course, that was probably because she worked dessert, not dinner. B'jin licked sugar off his fingers, staring up at Volfetti as he did so, eyes bright with laughter. He was enjoying himself immensely; he hadn't been such a little shit since before the Plauge, before Nemall, and while the habit was alien to most of his audience, it was familiar ground and B'jin found himself slipping back into it with an unholy ease. Larrikith's full bodied support probably didn't help in the slightest to prevent the fall from grace. No wonder D'ren was going grey so early; his perfectly behaved pet was turning feral on him, and he had no way of knowing he was simply seeing the more real greenrider.
Poor, delusional D'ren. Larrikith quipped, stretching lazily where she'd been curled up on the roof in the sunshine, and padding across it to peer down at the courtyard. Valerian was inside. That meant Veeth was around somewhere... Mark-o Polo? Larrikith chuckled to herself. Veeeeth, she purred his name with amused cheek, trotting around the edging of the roof and peering down. Come out, come out, where ever you aaaaare! Laughter was thick in her voice.
"Probably not," B'jin returned with an amused smirk. "I'm incredibly difficult to kill." There was a wry taint to B'jin's voice that echoed of past pains, though he lingered on it not as he watched Volfetti smoulder. She was far too much fun. The woman's dig about Par'a simply amused the greenrider, though his eyes flashed briefly once with irritation at the digs. Par'a was closer to him than most people were aware, and he was insanely protective of the quirky woman and her ridiculous dragon. "Par'a?" B'jin asked, his expression awash with mischievous amusement as he let the brief anger vanish like a wisp of steam. "I'll let her know you were asking after her. Prudes are her favo-." B'jin cut off when Valerian threw in his comment, and he quipped a happy: "What he said." As his smirk altered into a sugary sweet smile for a moment. The young bluerider's next comment caused B'jin to turn to him with blinking eyes.
"Why?" It was blatantly honest question, B'jin's brown eyes amused and puzzled as he raised an eyebrow at Valerian. "Firstly, I am being nice. She's the one that came in here flaming like a dragon in Threadfall." Shrugging slightly, B'jin nibbled delicately on the cinnamon bun before continuing. "Secondly, the stronger her disapproval of my attitude, the less likely she is to risk dumping Benden on R'nd for fear of him ending up in my lap - Benden that is - and being influenced by the naughty greenrider that is probably blamed for corrupting the father - though I'd like to point out that he does his fair share of corrupting." A delicate pause and B'jin threw Valerian a sly sideways glance. "It's quite enjoyable!" B'jin's expression was wicked as he raised an eyebrow at Volfetti, the expression both questioning and amused. "Am I right? At any rate, R'nd has enough trouble dodging my two, since I won't shirk my time with them. Add in his own and a DON'T YOU GO NEAR THAT GREENRIDER WITH MY SON!" B'jin altered his voice to be a mocking screech of Volfetti's, causing several sniggers from the other side of the kitchen, "And you have two very sad 'riders on your hands. Sad dragonriders don't make very good daddies."
B'jin smiled sweetly, adjusted his feet once more on the barrel, and caught the new cinnamon roll that Brisen threw his way. He was glad she wasn't one of those cooks that demanded dinner not be spoiled. Of course, that was probably because she worked dessert, not dinner. B'jin licked sugar off his fingers, staring up at Volfetti as he did so, eyes bright with laughter. He was enjoying himself immensely; he hadn't been such a little shit since before the Plauge, before Nemall, and while the habit was alien to most of his audience, it was familiar ground and B'jin found himself slipping back into it with an unholy ease. Larrikith's full bodied support probably didn't help in the slightest to prevent the fall from grace. No wonder D'ren was going grey so early; his perfectly behaved pet was turning feral on him, and he had no way of knowing he was simply seeing the more real greenrider.
Poor, delusional D'ren. Larrikith quipped, stretching lazily where she'd been curled up on the roof in the sunshine, and padding across it to peer down at the courtyard. Valerian was inside. That meant Veeth was around somewhere... Mark-o Polo? Larrikith chuckled to herself. Veeeeth, she purred his name with amused cheek, trotting around the edging of the roof and peering down. Come out, come out, where ever you aaaaare! Laughter was thick in her voice.
