15.Jun.18, 08:18 AM
T’bia positively glowed when M’dox said he’d had fun spending time with him in Telgar the first time. T’bia had hoped that the brownrider had had as much fund as he did, but to actually hear M’dox say as much was more than T’bia had anticipated and he squirmed happily as he watched his friend unwrap the pastry. At the quiet confession, T’bia blushed crimson with pleasure, and leaned forward, placing his hands gently on one of M’dox’s knees and staring intently at the brownrider. “Me too!” he whispered, wide eyed. He had a few friends, mostly created through his relationship with R’nd, but M’dox was special! T’bia had become his friend without help from an outside source (dragons excluded) and he was ridiculously proud of that. That was probably weird.
Sitting up straight again, and taking his hands back from his friend’s knee, T’bia picked up his treat (which he’d put down at some point?) and flashed a cheerful smile at the approval. “good!” he said, amused. He would have been pretty disappointed if he’d decided to try a new treat today and it was cruddy! When the offer came to try M’dox’s, T’bia blinked and tilted his head, not having expected the offer. Nodding once, T’bia felt his stomach twist anxiously as he put his own treat down once more, and leaned forward again, hands finding purchase lightly on M’dox’s knee. He boldly kept eye contact, though his face was absolutely crimson and so hot he was surprised M’dox couldn’t feel the heat.
When he was close enough, he took a small bite of the pastry, chewing his way through the absolute agony of his own mortification at what he was doing. He had no idea where the courage had come from, but it was fleeing fast. When he swallowed the mouthful, his throat was dry and it was a miracle he didn’t cough pastry crumbs all over his friend. Instead, his fingers squeezed slightly on M’dox’s knee to try and fight off the trembling in his hands and he licked his lips nervously. “It’s good,” he whispered, finally breaking eye contact and flushing even hotter – if that were possible – and slowly pulling away from M’dox.
Sitting up straight again, and taking his hands back from his friend’s knee, T’bia picked up his treat (which he’d put down at some point?) and flashed a cheerful smile at the approval. “good!” he said, amused. He would have been pretty disappointed if he’d decided to try a new treat today and it was cruddy! When the offer came to try M’dox’s, T’bia blinked and tilted his head, not having expected the offer. Nodding once, T’bia felt his stomach twist anxiously as he put his own treat down once more, and leaned forward again, hands finding purchase lightly on M’dox’s knee. He boldly kept eye contact, though his face was absolutely crimson and so hot he was surprised M’dox couldn’t feel the heat.
When he was close enough, he took a small bite of the pastry, chewing his way through the absolute agony of his own mortification at what he was doing. He had no idea where the courage had come from, but it was fleeing fast. When he swallowed the mouthful, his throat was dry and it was a miracle he didn’t cough pastry crumbs all over his friend. Instead, his fingers squeezed slightly on M’dox’s knee to try and fight off the trembling in his hands and he licked his lips nervously. “It’s good,” he whispered, finally breaking eye contact and flushing even hotter – if that were possible – and slowly pulling away from M’dox.