09.Sep.13, 03:24 PM
So he was skinny. Other people were noticing. Well, he'd always been skinny. But fit skinny. Jump-around, bound-around, dangle-from-trees skinny. This was different. He didn't want to be the skinny guy.
The skinny greenrider guy. How original.
Chewing the hot bubbly pie while still trying to keep his mouth shut was difficult. Every part of his body was screaming Spit it out! It's fucking hot! but that wouldn't do. Dropping a half masticated glob of bubblypie back onto his tray like a dragon purging firestone. Great first impression. He might not be the most decorous, but he wasn't a complete barbarian.
[ghalath] not a total barbarian [/ghalath] Ghalath corrected thoughtfully. She was lurking somewhere outside; Z'jan could feel her mind. He could also feel her add another adjective to her "Z'jan's Not a Total..." list: barbarian. It knocked slut down to 2nd place.
Z'jan force-swallowed the burning mouthful. To cover the look of obvious discomfort on his face, he poked his ribs with his thumb. "Don't let this scrawny boy exterior fool you, I'm a total tank. It's just hidden muscle. I weight as much as Ghalath. Really." Attempted straight face. Obvious fail.
He listened to her talk about her 'lifestyle,' as he'd called it. She was right. It did sound boring. "Exciting things don't miss anyone," he said with a bit of a laugh, though not an unkind one. Mostly, it was to let his burning tongue air. "Exciting things aren't, like, active. They're passive. Ok, that didn't make sense..."
what are you trying to say?
"...what I mean is, exciting things don't walk up to your hut and say 'Hey, I'm an exciting thing: do me!'"
Not better.
"What I'm trying to say, is that you have to find it yourself. If you don't go looking for excitement, it will never bother you. If you do, you'll find it everywhere."
There. Now, enough with the wise grampa crap.
"Your dad rode? So you're going to be a gold Candidate then? Are a candidate." He said it casually, without much thought. After all, that's what weyrbred girls did.
Right?
The skinny greenrider guy. How original.
Chewing the hot bubbly pie while still trying to keep his mouth shut was difficult. Every part of his body was screaming Spit it out! It's fucking hot! but that wouldn't do. Dropping a half masticated glob of bubblypie back onto his tray like a dragon purging firestone. Great first impression. He might not be the most decorous, but he wasn't a complete barbarian.
[ghalath] not a total barbarian [/ghalath] Ghalath corrected thoughtfully. She was lurking somewhere outside; Z'jan could feel her mind. He could also feel her add another adjective to her "Z'jan's Not a Total..." list: barbarian. It knocked slut down to 2nd place.
Z'jan force-swallowed the burning mouthful. To cover the look of obvious discomfort on his face, he poked his ribs with his thumb. "Don't let this scrawny boy exterior fool you, I'm a total tank. It's just hidden muscle. I weight as much as Ghalath. Really." Attempted straight face. Obvious fail.
He listened to her talk about her 'lifestyle,' as he'd called it. She was right. It did sound boring. "Exciting things don't miss anyone," he said with a bit of a laugh, though not an unkind one. Mostly, it was to let his burning tongue air. "Exciting things aren't, like, active. They're passive. Ok, that didn't make sense..."
what are you trying to say?
"...what I mean is, exciting things don't walk up to your hut and say 'Hey, I'm an exciting thing: do me!'"
Not better.
"What I'm trying to say, is that you have to find it yourself. If you don't go looking for excitement, it will never bother you. If you do, you'll find it everywhere."
There. Now, enough with the wise grampa crap.
"Your dad rode? So you're going to be a gold Candidate then? Are a candidate." He said it casually, without much thought. After all, that's what weyrbred girls did.
Right?