01.Apr.13, 11:20 PM
"Fuck's sake, Besulth," C'vir muttered under his breath, stepping around from behind the dragon's front leg. He'd heard Z'ia's approach and briefly ducked for cover -- he needed a moment in private to resign himself to the now inevitable social contact and to begin the rarely smooth shift into conversational mode. You could have warned me, he silently admonished his dragon as he directed his attention to Z'ia, attempting a smile.
I can't manage to avoid them at all with you around, he replied, patting the brown's shoulder nonetheless as he passed. He stopped a few steps shy of the newly arrived bluerider, almost disarmed by the other man's broad grin. He hadn't kept up with his classmates any more than he kept up with anyone else, but remembered them all well enough. It was Z'ia's tireless good humor that C'vir recalled, that, and the bluerider's eyes. They were always expressive, never veiled, and thus nothing like C'vir's own, which remained inscrutable under even the best of circumstances.
"Oiling the brown beast, at his insistence," the rider replied lightly, offering a mildly apologetic grin. "You may recall how... forward Besulth can be," he added, alluding to the brown's overly familiar greeting. "Feel free to ignore him." This time his strained smile was the product of a tightening jaw, not sentiment. Not everyone enjoys your unsolicited attention, you know.