18.Apr.12, 08:58 PM
"Will do!" B'jin chirped happily, tossing Talian a small grin as he stood up and shuffled around to sit on the desk, hands folded lightly in his lap and eyes gazing unfocused at his knees. B'jin gave a snort of amusement at Talian's comment about the repair work. "Probably 'cause I was wriggling," B'jin said lightly, highly amused.
His features took on an uncomfortable frown as Talian worked his way through his appointed task. He didn't say anything, however, and sat quietly. B'jin was prone to bitching about the tiniest discomfort while he'd valiantly play the white knight after something like his lashing, but Talian wasn't the type to appreciate a good ribbing about his work, and so the greenrider refrained - this time.
"Oh?" B'jin asked curiously, when he felt Talian move away from behind him. His back was tingling uncomfortably, and B'jin rolled his shoulders a couple of times, rejoicing privately at the lack of imbedded foreign objects. The muscles felt tight and unhappy and, "Ooh!" the greenrider purred appreciatively, practically melting under Talian's deft touch as the young man worked the oil in. He pouted playfully as Talian recapped the bottle and stepped away, before smirking widely. "Can do!"
When Talian pronounced him done, B'jin bounced off the desk and picked up his neatly folded shirt, giving it a flick to flare it out, he went to put it on before deciding not to; he didn't really want residue from Talian's little pot of oil on his nice shirt. R'nd's clothing was for ruining, not his own. Amused by that thought, B'jin hooked an ankle around a spare chair and dragged it over to join Talian's. He then sat in Talian's (eyes widening innocently) and brushed his shirt flat over his knees.
"I spoke with D'ren," he said softly, jumping right into the topic he had promised the boy. "I'll be going North in the next couple of months, to check on your family. But you must keep it to yourself; D'ren is worried about favourtism." B'jin was rather proud of himself as he warped the truth into something new and said it without faltering at all. He didn't think Talian would tell anyone at any rate, but B'jin wasn't about to tell the boy he didn't have permission any more than he would break his promise to go. D'ren had given him loop holes and B'jin would slip through them. The greenrider's eyes searched Talian's, waiting to see how that would be received before he gave the next piece of information.
His features took on an uncomfortable frown as Talian worked his way through his appointed task. He didn't say anything, however, and sat quietly. B'jin was prone to bitching about the tiniest discomfort while he'd valiantly play the white knight after something like his lashing, but Talian wasn't the type to appreciate a good ribbing about his work, and so the greenrider refrained - this time.
"Oh?" B'jin asked curiously, when he felt Talian move away from behind him. His back was tingling uncomfortably, and B'jin rolled his shoulders a couple of times, rejoicing privately at the lack of imbedded foreign objects. The muscles felt tight and unhappy and, "Ooh!" the greenrider purred appreciatively, practically melting under Talian's deft touch as the young man worked the oil in. He pouted playfully as Talian recapped the bottle and stepped away, before smirking widely. "Can do!"
When Talian pronounced him done, B'jin bounced off the desk and picked up his neatly folded shirt, giving it a flick to flare it out, he went to put it on before deciding not to; he didn't really want residue from Talian's little pot of oil on his nice shirt. R'nd's clothing was for ruining, not his own. Amused by that thought, B'jin hooked an ankle around a spare chair and dragged it over to join Talian's. He then sat in Talian's (eyes widening innocently) and brushed his shirt flat over his knees.
"I spoke with D'ren," he said softly, jumping right into the topic he had promised the boy. "I'll be going North in the next couple of months, to check on your family. But you must keep it to yourself; D'ren is worried about favourtism." B'jin was rather proud of himself as he warped the truth into something new and said it without faltering at all. He didn't think Talian would tell anyone at any rate, but B'jin wasn't about to tell the boy he didn't have permission any more than he would break his promise to go. D'ren had given him loop holes and B'jin would slip through them. The greenrider's eyes searched Talian's, waiting to see how that would be received before he gave the next piece of information.