15.May.14, 02:02 PM
B’jin shifted his gaze back to D’hys when the man began speaking, a frown furrowing his eyebrows and he blinked slowly at the bluerider. Tilting his head slightly to one side, B’jin’s eyes narrowed and a look of disgust etched itself across his features; his nose crinkled. “You exercise!?” He exclaimed, staring at D’hys with a slightly slack jaw. “You’re worse than R’nd!” The only reason B’jin did any form of exercise was because of the implied threat of rank removal if he didn’t train with his Weyrlings as opposed to sitting around watching them.
What is it with blueriders and exercising? B’jin lamented silently to Larrikith, who simply laughed in response, the green dragon not bothering to articulate an answer; rolling his eyes at her, B’jin shoved her mentally to one side and returned his attention to D’hys. He gave the bluerider a disdainful look, and shook his head slightly. “I’m not running laps around the table,” B’jin stated, quite firmly. “Or pushups.” His lips twisted disdainfully at that; B’jin was extremely good at pushups, mostly because his weyrling trainer had been rather fond of dishing them out as punishment for his lazy nature.
What is it with blueriders and exercising? B’jin lamented silently to Larrikith, who simply laughed in response, the green dragon not bothering to articulate an answer; rolling his eyes at her, B’jin shoved her mentally to one side and returned his attention to D’hys. He gave the bluerider a disdainful look, and shook his head slightly. “I’m not running laps around the table,” B’jin stated, quite firmly. “Or pushups.” His lips twisted disdainfully at that; B’jin was extremely good at pushups, mostly because his weyrling trainer had been rather fond of dishing them out as punishment for his lazy nature.