30.Aug.13, 03:23 PM
B'jin laughed, both bright and devious, as R'nd was tugged away from him by Amorandii, smirking and shaking his head playfully and as if he had no idea what it was R'nd was asking of him. He knew perfectly well both that R'nd was inviting him along, and what punishment the game would be. B'jin hated exercise, and he hated being watched when he was forced into such situations. While B'jin could handle his own, the greenrider was far from dragonrider ideal. Instead, he was lightly toned from the required efforts of Larrikirth's needed bathing and scrambling up an drown her rounded body, rather than from any desire of his part to be physically fit or trim. His physique was the minimal result of his livelihood, and not a lot else.
B'jin shifted his seat, bringing one foot up so he could sit, calf folded under the opposite leg's thigh, and watch his lover get bullied by excited children, wondering exactly how deaf the poor bluerider would be by the time they were allowed by Amorandii to escape the events of her birthing day. Judging by the excited squealing, yelling and screamingly, B'jin was quite sure he was going to be deaf before th day was up, and he wasn't even all that close to them! He smirked, picking at a fingernail as he watched the game from under his lashes.
You're not going to rescue the poor man? Larrikith asked, the green dragon's tone was riddled with amusement as she watched through her riders eyes the events that were going on before him. B'jin sent back a flurry of amusement, but no true through for a few moments, lifting his amused brown eyes to watch as a pair of children dashed around the circle of friends, one chasing the other with great determination. He seems to be enjoying himself, Bjin snorted, watching as R'nd was picked and forced to chase a child. B'jin did not envy him the task of figuring out how fast to run to be 'chasing', but slow enough to not be a bully. I don't imagine the game will last much longer, he added, snorting as Amorandii became a chaser, and would in return become a chased. He didn't imagine she would suffer the indignity of being 'out' for very long, once we was caught.
As if sensing the impending disaster, the group of crèche workers out a stop to the game shortly there after, handing out little sweets as rewards to all the players, and B'jin smirked when one of the prettier young women flourished the sweet to R'nd with what was clearly flirting intents, though he missed the way one of the elder women scolded her moments later, as he came over to flop down beside R'nd on the floor. The next game was on he could play, since it required no effort on his part! Pass the parcel was a good game!
Amorandii was given a very large package, wrapped in sheets of old material made of miss match dyed pieces hastily sewn together to create sheets large enough for the parcel. Inside each later would be small prizes of various types, and the center would hold the grand prize. B'jin was betting on a toy and small wrapped sweets, much like he piñata, but with the group of women running the show, anything was possible. B'jin snorted as one of the women grabbed a set of children's cymbals and sat with her back to the group, and began clanging them together. The parcel began to move around the circle, stopping at odd intervals when the crèche worker randomly stopped her abrasive clanging, indicating a layer of material should come off.
B'jin eyed R'nd sideways, smirking, when the parcel stopped for him. "What'd cha get?" B'jin's smirk widened while Amorandii burst into peals of laughter when they spoke their question at the same time.
B'jin shifted his seat, bringing one foot up so he could sit, calf folded under the opposite leg's thigh, and watch his lover get bullied by excited children, wondering exactly how deaf the poor bluerider would be by the time they were allowed by Amorandii to escape the events of her birthing day. Judging by the excited squealing, yelling and screamingly, B'jin was quite sure he was going to be deaf before th day was up, and he wasn't even all that close to them! He smirked, picking at a fingernail as he watched the game from under his lashes.
As if sensing the impending disaster, the group of crèche workers out a stop to the game shortly there after, handing out little sweets as rewards to all the players, and B'jin smirked when one of the prettier young women flourished the sweet to R'nd with what was clearly flirting intents, though he missed the way one of the elder women scolded her moments later, as he came over to flop down beside R'nd on the floor. The next game was on he could play, since it required no effort on his part! Pass the parcel was a good game!
Amorandii was given a very large package, wrapped in sheets of old material made of miss match dyed pieces hastily sewn together to create sheets large enough for the parcel. Inside each later would be small prizes of various types, and the center would hold the grand prize. B'jin was betting on a toy and small wrapped sweets, much like he piñata, but with the group of women running the show, anything was possible. B'jin snorted as one of the women grabbed a set of children's cymbals and sat with her back to the group, and began clanging them together. The parcel began to move around the circle, stopping at odd intervals when the crèche worker randomly stopped her abrasive clanging, indicating a layer of material should come off.
B'jin eyed R'nd sideways, smirking, when the parcel stopped for him. "What'd cha get?" B'jin's smirk widened while Amorandii burst into peals of laughter when they spoke their question at the same time.