23.Dec.19, 07:40 PM
He wasn’t sure if the excitement was a normal reaction or if that confirmed that not many had had reason to stop in just yet. Either way, it seemed like it was working out for both of them. T’ryn laughed when Caz knelt before him to inspect the boots so he bent over to unlace them before slipping them off. “Do whatever you need to do with them. And um, yes? I mean, I imagine I’ll get dragged into dancing sometimes so the fancier pair might see some awkward steps in their life. And no idea about colour. Probably just brown or maybe black. Those go with most things, right?” That seemed like the safest logic in his mind and T’ryn wasn’t about to stress himself over what colours were in his wardrobe and what would match them. At least not yet. Now that he knew that was something people cared about, he’d likely start worrying.
“Benden is far, but you’re right. Going between makes any trip a few seconds long,” as he lined up his feet on the paper, T’ryn tilted his head, watching Caz as he changed his mind about the question he seemed to have. He was going to ask what it was but let it slide—not like he had much choice with how chatty the man was. T’ryn smiled, happy to hear that he wasn’t being pestered too much. Not like any of the girls would really listen to him if told them to ease up on the flirting. In fact, he could name several of them that would simply turn it around on him and either flirt with him instead to make him blush or say he wanted them to stop so he could have the new guy. He couldn’t win with them.
“Oh, yeah, that can be fairly normal. Most people can take a hint, though. If you say you’re not interested in them specifically or men in general, they’ll back off. You’re still fresh meat so everyone wants to try a nibble.” He never really thought about it, since he grew up around it, but holders new to the Weyr life had a lot to take in and were probably shocked at how right or wrong their rumours were. He had to do some adapting as well with how to function in a Hold and even how to make purchases with marks, so on some level he did understand. “You said you’d change a few things. Is there anything I can help with?”
“Benden is far, but you’re right. Going between makes any trip a few seconds long,” as he lined up his feet on the paper, T’ryn tilted his head, watching Caz as he changed his mind about the question he seemed to have. He was going to ask what it was but let it slide—not like he had much choice with how chatty the man was. T’ryn smiled, happy to hear that he wasn’t being pestered too much. Not like any of the girls would really listen to him if told them to ease up on the flirting. In fact, he could name several of them that would simply turn it around on him and either flirt with him instead to make him blush or say he wanted them to stop so he could have the new guy. He couldn’t win with them.
“Oh, yeah, that can be fairly normal. Most people can take a hint, though. If you say you’re not interested in them specifically or men in general, they’ll back off. You’re still fresh meat so everyone wants to try a nibble.” He never really thought about it, since he grew up around it, but holders new to the Weyr life had a lot to take in and were probably shocked at how right or wrong their rumours were. He had to do some adapting as well with how to function in a Hold and even how to make purchases with marks, so on some level he did understand. “You said you’d change a few things. Is there anything I can help with?”