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30.Aug.13, 01:51 PM
Z'jan had trouble reading the girl. One minute she was apologizing profusely, then she was looking at him, then she was staring at her toes. Then, maybe, she giggled? It was hard to say. But seeing as Z'jan wasn't very good at reading people in the first place, he wasn't too worried about the whole thing. He'd gotten used to being continuously surprised. It was more fun that way.
Though he wasn't having anymore luck with her words than he was with her body language. To him, all he heard was a jumbled: It's not smelled good but it's not, thanks. Which sorta... didn't... huh? But so what, he hadn't understood her. Who cares? She was here, and he was here, and that was great. The end. Everything else... details.
"This shirt? No. Well, yeah, but... new for me. Clean... ish ." He smiled blankly, wondering why she was interested in his shirt. The grease blot on the front didn't really need any wiping (in Z'jan's mind) so he paid no mind to it. Was that what she meant? Sorry for the stain? He shook the thought away. That was stupid. It's not like she'd chucked the meatpie at him. That would have been different. That would have been a food fight.
He frowned slightly at the missed opportunity.
"Oh, are you... finished?" he made the realization too late. After the food had hit the ground, it was difficult to tell if she'd been just tucking in, or just finishing up. His face dropped, like a scolded canine. He glanced over his shoulder at the hall. Dead. Well shit.
"I haven't eaten yet." He stated bluntly, putting on a cheerful smile.
... pause. Something was ticking in the back of his mind. Something Ghalath would have said right then...
"Oh! I'm Z'jan. I ride Green Ghalath," then, with a boyish grin, "well, when she lets me." He looked the girl over briefly: short, cute, happy face with an unhappy expression on it. Not a rider, but that's as much as he discerned at a glance. Who was she beyond that? Who knew.
No reason to spoil the surprise by asking.
Though he wasn't having anymore luck with her words than he was with her body language. To him, all he heard was a jumbled: It's not smelled good but it's not, thanks. Which sorta... didn't... huh? But so what, he hadn't understood her. Who cares? She was here, and he was here, and that was great. The end. Everything else... details.
"This shirt? No. Well, yeah, but... new for me. Clean... ish ." He smiled blankly, wondering why she was interested in his shirt. The grease blot on the front didn't really need any wiping (in Z'jan's mind) so he paid no mind to it. Was that what she meant? Sorry for the stain? He shook the thought away. That was stupid. It's not like she'd chucked the meatpie at him. That would have been different. That would have been a food fight.
He frowned slightly at the missed opportunity.
"Oh, are you... finished?" he made the realization too late. After the food had hit the ground, it was difficult to tell if she'd been just tucking in, or just finishing up. His face dropped, like a scolded canine. He glanced over his shoulder at the hall. Dead. Well shit.
"I haven't eaten yet." He stated bluntly, putting on a cheerful smile.
... pause. Something was ticking in the back of his mind. Something Ghalath would have said right then...
"Oh! I'm Z'jan. I ride Green Ghalath," then, with a boyish grin, "well, when she lets me." He looked the girl over briefly: short, cute, happy face with an unhappy expression on it. Not a rider, but that's as much as he discerned at a glance. Who was she beyond that? Who knew.
No reason to spoil the surprise by asking.
